Essence of the dragon's breath
into the harbor creeps.
Gray, silent, with the chill of death
blankets the meadow while sunbeams sleep.
Wandering, lost within its drifting folds,
isolated from the world.
Cries of fears untold,
echo through its depths unfurl.
Distorted visions of illusions cast
tremor through the air.
Soulless victims on retributions task
beckon to their hidden snare.
Close your eyes, feel its cold fingers caress,
howls of anguish, to late,
your body shudders in distress,
bemoaning your impending fate.
ALesiach © 02/26/2015
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