I am Not your Darling or Honey
Here’s your coffee, sir, now go away
Your attempts at a rogueish seduction
would bring shame to heads that were less grey.
I am Not amused by your laughter
Would you be if the tables were turned?
I am Not your sweet little Girlie;
as I hiss at your back my eyes burn.
I am Fire and Fury and Windsong
I was born of the heart of a star
I am flesh and blood and dragon-strong
and my bones are diamond-hard
I am Not for such as you, sir.
I do not belong to you.