Long hair, long

as corn silk,

looking down

at nothing but

the ground,

through iron,

gears and


waiting to go,

waiting to be

told what next

to do, dreams

unplanted in

your heart

and soul

upon the


Waiting to be

free, the

damsel sitting

on the dragon,

face downturned,

holding on to power

when the power

is within. The

grace, the

beauty, the

winsome charm.

Go ahead,

slip it into

gear. Release

the clutch.

Ride that

monster. Wave

at me.