at the edge of the sea where all the strangers strand

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I.
Today, I saw a chicken, fiddling with a knife.
“Why do you have that weapon, good bird?” did I ask. “To cause strife?”
“Only if you force me to, sir,” said she. “I am here, after all, to reap your life.”
And suddenly her shadow grew and I begged and screamed and-

II.
(Not exactly a poem but oh well)
“Falling stars are quite pitiful, dying without ever getting a chance to live properly,” the Silver Lady pondered, gazing at the sky.
The Dragon shook their head. “From up there, they can see the whole world.”
“But isn’t that torture? They can see everything, yet do nothing.”
“That’s what wishing is for,” they responded. “A way for even falling stars to have something to do before they die. So if you see another fading star, make a wish. By granting it, even they get to accomplish something before they evanesce.”

III.
They wear the same clothes every day
Until they fade and fray away.
Their fire has been sealed inside their chest
The blazing and burning wake of destruction put to rest.

They are a dragon,
Who once attempted to swallow the sun.
Now they solely seek to slumber
To sleep away days and nights without number.

A lady of silver is their sole friend
The angel to their fiend.
She brings them cream, vanilla, salt, eggs and sugar every day
And together they make crème brûlée.

IV
(Not exactly a poem either but oh well. This is part one, and part two is still in the making.)
Of course I remember when I first met you, my dear.
Back then, you were a little girl living in a village, watching a fire your mom told you to keep watching until she came back, and though you knew that she wouldn’t return (THEY would take her and her life too) you thought that as long as you did what she said she still might. And so, after you watched it for three days without resting, I was born, a sprite of fire and fear, and you saw me and I saw you, and we danced because there was nothing else to do.
That was our first meeting.
I can also recall what happened after, but surely you can too..
Ah, I see. You want to hear it once more, don’t you? Fine.
After our dance, you fed me your family, your friends and your foes, since it was easier to burn than to bury. After I was done, you took me to THEM and told me to swallow them whole, and so, I gorged myself and grew and became greater, until I was no longer a simple sprite but an empress with embers for eyes and flames flowing down from my head, dressed in smoke and speaking in flickers.
Of course, that did not take a single day. It took weeks, months, years, and after a few of those you became greater too, turning from a little girl, who would dance because there was nothing else to do, into a hulking mass of metal and muscle, the Empress of Fire’s Knight of Dust. And they called you that because whoever stood before your blade would turn to ashes in the wind.
Until one did not.
Why did you turn against me, my dear?
Ah.. You can’t answer like this, I suppose. You over there. Take off the muzzle.
Now, speak your mind, my dear.

V.
Once upon a time, the Lamb decided to befriend the Wolf
Because she was black, so bewitchingly black
And there had to be a heart behind those hemlock words, right?
Thus, when the Lamb next saw the Wolf, he followed her back.

The Wolf whelved her wrath
And pretended to be pure
So as not to scare the Lamb
Who talked to her with vigor.

Thus they became friends
Until winter came
And the Raven said “Let us eat that little thing.”
And the Wolf felt the same.

So the Wolf lured the Lamb to the woods
Where the Raven waited for the meat
And pounced upon him
Swallowing up his head.

And the Lamb watched with dread
While the Wolf cut off ‘ties’
With an old friend
The Raven, dead.