Epitaph of the Dragon

Chained to these walls of despair I was condemned by a Judas race. Assassins’ wait on every corner hiding in the lights of man looking for my face. To be last of your species is a lonely place in loneliness everyone’s your enemy, my existence violates this earth. I am demonised by children not yet born for I am Auschwitz I am war, I am the monster behind your door. Cremation is ordained upon my soul the future dies when cities burn. Life gives way to extinction but the last rights give way to destiny for the dragon has one last legacy. Lead me to your abattoir and take my dignity. My scales will provide a heroes shield this blood will give you courage. Take these eyes made of jade but do not look too close for I may possess you. Artisans take my teeth record my sins in scrimshaw for I have flown amongst you. Memories laid down in human bone for the samurai has felt my breath and his god has knelt before me. Immortality now gives way to fairy tales Dragons used to frighten children for it is all you have, to protect them from reality. Though some will grow to envy me. The truth of mankind lies on the artists brush Skilfully mixing your colours of deceit. Dragons are not your heroes your excuse, you were following orders. The dragon is the darkest secret of mankind, in your actions I became the executioner and you a plague of demons that washed my soul away. But always remember, when you look into the fire there will always be a dragon looking back at you. Waiting to reclaim his throne from the demons that exist in you.