Dragon's Breath

Essence of the dragon’s breath into the harbor creeps-- gray, silent, with the chill of death-- blankets the meadow while sunbeams sleep. Wandering, lost within its drifting folds, isolated from the world. Cries of fears untold echo through its depths unfurled. Distorted visions, illusions cast, tremor through the air-- soulless victims on retribution’s task beckon to their hidden snare. Close your eyes, feel cold fingers caress, howls of anguish--too late. Your body shudders in distress, bemoaning your impending fate. Alesia Leach © 8/2015