Sufrimiento Dorado

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Should this blanket of gold slip below the dragon's neck

as it grows and grows under the fortunes of your people

then it will awaken with heavenly fury, and raze your kingdom to ash

from which a fertilized garden of tormented magick will grow anew

Skeletons fused together of families seeking shelter

fine stone homes reduced to sea level

shadows on the walls with no one there to cast them anymore

a gulp of air is poison, bursting blood vessels and choking lungs

there is as little left of the castle as there is of any hovel

not even a standing door

ashes fall like bitter snow on neighboring tongues

The dragon's great green wings coveted the hoard of gold

beating gusts of chilling wind, the molten mountain runs cold

patrolling the peak and perimeter of this necropolis

festering energies awaken the spirits of the dead

energy from the lustful connection of a dragon to its hoard

the madness that brews in the very atmosphere

contorting the tapestry of reality to the will of paranoid malignancy

once a king, a catastrophic ruler, corrupted by power

now an echo that pricks the hairs when carried miles from home

he is one with his legacy, a dragon, for what more can anyone claim

only a crown on a body, witness to obliteration; only a king in name

Thus only do ghosts manifest keep company of the lizard

who cannot outlive the dead, annoyed that one day

perched on its gold, it will look out on all of its victims

unable to know they are at bay from the treasure, finally resting its head

even when that day is gone, the spirits still wander, aimless in despair

uncertain sad expressions, slowly decaying, lingering there

appearing with inverted funeral garb, white rags, robes and veils

sullen and dreadful, with sour magick in their exhales, an icy fog in the air

every day they are less restful, this kingdom of ghosts, every day robbed of peace

anger grows while none knows at what, why or where

they cast horror into distant familiarities of their memories, never knowing they can't become aware.