Hallowed

Wings canted

Through the murmuring mist

Until

Disenchanted

By the dust

And soot

Of guile

And lies

The wild, dark dragon

Of bright, glimmering eyes

Slayed

The world with her

Silver-taloned foot

And never

Made

Another

For many

And many an eon

And all that while

Only the white petals of the moon

Drifted

Alone

On the still

Night of the glass sea.

 

Written around 1998

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