Broken earth.

Well, I lost the fight, got caught up on its claw, actually, reached for it, reached into the fog. Laid opened my hand, reached past, then upon. Again, I am with the Dragon, its before me in a calm walk, cuts of broken earth, fallen shallow ruts , angered strikes, deep clawings bitter pith. Calm me for the dragon's near, reasons for giving, excuses for seeking, reasons for taking. I am anything other more than broken earth, claws clearly rest earthened, waiting, clenched, frothing between us, our hate, our desires, our loss.