Dragon

Welcome --be not afraid,
Spiral down the dank corridors of my mind,
The rotted pits where white shadows lurk
To steal the comfort of the night from me.
Come: see the decayéd skeleton king
Sitting on his throne of stars,
Watching the marble fountains of blood
Run their charge to the sea of flames.
The carrion gargoyles strain to see
The cloudy, poisoned orange sky.
Travel now through the rivers of filth
To the centre of this cold shell,
Aye, to the silver heart
Where fallen angels sing
The requiem of happiness.
The guillotine of truth,
Constructed of flesh,
Murders the innocents.
The opal dragon of fate clasped around my breast
Again raises its scarred head…
And now thou turneth from me,
Casteth me away;
But no, thou must come deeper into my mind,
My mind atwist with serpents of gore,
Hidden by this ashen flesh of stone;
For I am but your Shylock,
A bit of dust on the stage.

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