Insipid Dragon by rob-powell on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

What is meant to be feared, respected, even admired; becomes nothing more than just a burden to itself. Closed off from the world around it. It finds reason to hate the world around it, finding reason to blame the outer chaos for it's current state. However despite this intense hatred it lacks conviction to act upon it's hatred. It is harmless. Regardless of it's hatred for the outer world it knows the truth, the truth it does not want to acknowledge, that it is the reason for it's own downfall. It's own lethargy, it's lack of conviction, the unwillingness to act upon it's supposed destiny stands as it's reason for it's predicament. As a result of this truth it hates itself more then the world, though it does not want to acknowledge this truth. It still knows the truth for its current state and that it is not the creature it is meant to become. No power, no glory, no majesty, just weakness.

Just Insipid.