Fyre.

Jealousy, insinuates its ugly thoughts. Why not? What is jealousy but to wish a situation to happen to you?

I expect it might have been a reason to worry that I did not voice it. Hell, why should a reasonable person expect others to mould to his will? I still don't.

Yet, the ghost of might have been is starting to cloud over might be. It's just a few words. WORDS!

I'd tear asunder the skies

and cast down mountains,

I'd drink oceans,

spit them into clouds,

flood the earth,

unleash the coals

that were safely stoked within,

and trample down

those who sinned against me.

To be a dragon,

and beat the leather against

my flanks;

become a scaly terror,

against which

a myriad silver bullets

would be a summer breeze.

To wake up a man,

just that.

No more.

No less.