Dragon Bones

Scales of filth and gnarled disease,
she slithers out of sight,
hiding behind a dark disguise,
she coils there like death, instinct, I freeze.
Her eyes, slivers of humanity,
dissipate to reveal the monster inside,
Once a figure born to love,
a mother's touch but a monster, here lies.
Now the ground itself trembles,
she responds with delight,
smoke swirls from her nostrils,
suffocating every ounce of light.
Claws that dig until the earth bleeds,
crimson escaping from multiple seams,
her great throat warms for the fire,
I fly overhead, preparing for the pyre.
A battle awaits as her mouth opens,
I cringe but will not back down from the fight,
behind my beak, fresh scars that burn,
from scalded face, betrayal at every turn.
A screech, nails on chalkboard's edge,
she has burned me again.
I turn my face and follow with wings,
like a great bolt of lightning,
armed with fury and falcons speed,
diving into the fire, apathy's seed.
The inferno splits in two,
even a bird of fire,
cannot mend as rabid attacks ensue,
engulfing around me.
Her voice is clear,
once familiar and true,
"Hello, my dear,
death... becomes you."
Her mind's wakeful eye,
receives my response in rage consumed guile,
"If it becomes me,
then it becomes you too."
Trained to find weakness.
Defiant of pain,
driven in by dragon's breath,
of serpent's bane,
I enter the core of poisoned wire,
for every phoenix must die,
to become whole again.
Landing in her pit, scorched and maimed,
onlookers point, unaware how insane,
such evil must be stopped,
such darkness that spreads,
charged with protecting, evil, infecting 
the lives of the innocent, fragile, filled with dread,
innocent blood has been shed.
I take a deep breath.
let the burning consume,
but phoenix have a secret in death,
they do not rot softly in tomb,
they do not burn softly to ash,
amid rightful death, an ample blast.
She smiles a wicked smile,
a creature of sickness, 
does not know what's beginning inside,
as the process begins, for I am afflicted.
I let go of every rightful woe,
snapping the chains that covered me so,
A burst so loud it broke the ground,
as the bleeding Earth opened,
swallowing her last known sounds,
feral screams erupted, fate is chosen,
of phoenix and dragon, death has been crowned.
extinguished, each body is broken. 
But dragons don't rise again,
the ashes drift softly and begin to mend,
pulling together, alight in the blend,
I soar to the sky, evil could never contend,
A single tear dripped from my eye,
she was once trusted, sent here to guide,
and now in dragon bones, she lies,
but my calling is to fight,
when all right to live, has been denied.
 
 

Reviews

[Wynter Ignatius]

The beast will snarl, the beast will bit, but with all it hoards it will not gain the trust of even it's own generations that fall below. With greatness comes those that wish to strike you down lest you stay humble and don't rule with an iron fist. So scales will crack with age, people will find defenses against fiery breath and eventually something will pierce and drop most foul beast in spirit.

[Aramey]

Well said, a beast often causes it's own demise.

[Everett DeValle]

DEEP and mythic write. Lovely Aramey.