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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