The Flaky Derelict

Of masks, monsters and demons caged in my head.

Sinful Times VII: Dragon tales

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Pain is but a passage way

The beginning of ascent

Towards evolution


Beyond mortality

and the illusion of serenity

above the realm of feelings

into the world of thought.

Imagine dragons

Imagine dragons and dragonslayers

The latter slays the former

The former consumes it all.

Bound to


To another bedtime tale

One among dozens

Soon wiped from memory,

From the scripts of history


By choice and only by choice.

As soon as I was born

Torn, I have become

From the fabric of reality


Only for the bitter end


Another story

Soon forgotten.

For I was a simpleton

Who believed in pain

Dragon born

Dragon slain.

The sword never did hurt

Blade, unseen


Yet I loved the swordsman

Who planted it in my heart.

Calmer, this path is


Deeper and deeper within

And as the slayer drew blood

Rivers of wine

Claimed the land

The sand

And gave birth to demand;

Have at it!

Be it!

Become the blade!

Choose death or immortality


But don’t leave me here

In my chest, a spear.

Dragons were never meant to be loved

Or loathed

Dragons, Harbingers of the end

See you at the bend



The end.




Author: Zeus

I am the grey area, everything by choice and nothingness by choice, wherein everything is possible as it is improbable.

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