Emberheart

my wee glowing thing

Not all guardians roar. Some curl up beside your heartbeat and stay.

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My pocket hides a dragon,
no bigger than a key.
And everywhere I wander,
he’s always there with me.

His scales are moon and ember,
they hum with copper light.
On days I can’t remember,
he sings and holds me tight.

When days are dark
or skies turn gray,
he breathes warmth
and lights the way.

He sneezes sparks of gold when cold,
and whispers quiet tales
of mountain peaks that pierce the sky,
and stars with silver tails.

He sleeps beneath my collarbone
and makes my heart his home.
And though the world feels cold and wrong,
I hold a fire, small but strong.

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This one was born from a prompt by Ariadne Pautina to ‘leave an offering using the image prompt below. Any format, genre, or length.

Portable magic?

A pocket-sized dragon?

Or a regular-sized dragon on a being of immense size?

Photo prompt by Ariadne Pautina