{"id":90326,"date":"2021-06-26T12:21:54","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T16:21:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=90326"},"modified":"2021-06-26T17:44:58","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T21:44:58","slug":"dragons-ire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/dragons-ire\/","title":{"rendered":"Dragon’s Ire"},"content":{"rendered":"

He\u2019s done fighting himself on what he wants<\/em><\/p>\n

And he wants her<\/p>\n

He will have her<\/p>\n

This he knew to be true<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He had waited and waited<\/p>\n

Waited for her to see<\/p>\n

To see him<\/p>\n

To want him<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

No more would he wait<\/p>\n

She was hers and no one else\u2019s<\/p>\n

This night he would stake his claim<\/p>\n

Tonight he would take what was his<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The day seemed overlong<\/p>\n

He watched her through his haze<\/p>\n

The fires within him burned and blazed<\/p>\n

The flames of his desire scorched his soul<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His heart would burst from the longing<\/p>\n

To feel her by his side<\/p>\n

Beneath his weight<\/p>\n

Taking from him what was rightfully hers<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She would know come morning nigh<\/p>\n

Whose heart would cradle hers so tight<\/p>\n

The one to keep it safe and secure<\/p>\n

Never raising a hand nor uttering a curse<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In stealth he would secure her hand<\/p>\n

Through an open window left for him<\/p>\n

Inside she would wait on gossamer sheets<\/p>\n

For the one she is fated to mate<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The window is locked<\/p>\n

Entry denied<\/p>\n

His ire fueled by untamed desire<\/p>\n

No door no bolt would forbid him entrance<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Fires blazed windows cracked<\/p>\n

Doors blew in on dragons hot breath<\/p>\n

He lifted her gentle as a flower<\/p>\n

To take her back to his mountain tower<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

*He\u2019s done fighting himself on what he wants.*<\/em><\/p>\n

Borrowed from \u201cWhen He\u2019s Dark\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Written by Suzanne Wright\u00a0<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

An Olympus Pride Novel<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

He\u2019s done fighting himself on what he wants And he wants her He will have her This he knew to be true   He had waited and waited Waited for her to see To see him To want him   No more would he wait…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":795,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-90326","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90326","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/795"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90326"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90326\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":90364,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90326\/revisions\/90364"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90326"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90326"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90326"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}