The Dragon has swallowed the Moon.
It shines a dimly crimson in its fiery belly,
Faded but still a complete whole
Waiting for it to be womitted out
While it gives the Dragon gravest of indigestion.
So wanes the reign of the Mighty Beast,
The scourge of Earth, water, air & fire,
As wane the days of Man
Amidst dreams of desire & need & hunger.
A Phoenix, each of us, believes oneself to be
Or Khizar who cheats the slavery of breaths’ end
Such delicious delusions we delude ourselves with
As the flow of sands stop for no being.
Fear not the Dragon, my friend.
Fear fear itself.