The Red Dragon
THE RED DRAGON
clad in black, she shakes with fear
the still of multitudinous lights
very far - up close and personal
she could sense its intense heat
shaking like a Chinese dragon
this enormous red snake
with seven crowns
on seven heads
and ten horns
lights flicker in s.o.s.
hoping to be saved
the special, the unique, each one
the atmosphere becomes engulfed in smoke
acrid, sulfurous, indulgent
beginning of a long end
the sky turns blood-red, flammable
eyes more terrible than a gator’s at night
scales that slash the blackened sky
you can hear the creak of a hellish tail
the swish and swash, the cracking of whip
(i hear the scream of each extinguished star)
two-thirds of the stars weep that fated night
weep for the earth and all of mankind
they weep for sin and shame and suffering
5/18/2017
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