Time is a Crystallized Dragon

Time is a Crystallized Dragon

A Poem by Foxemerald

Time is a Crystallized Dragon ~

 

Time is a curse to our humanity,

it feasts on our fears and is Hell,

flesh tearing, bone hungry monster,

its pendulum swings as it burns me.

 

Time is a down trodden horror,

one that I must hope will leave me.

 

It's need is a turbulent whirlwind,

and it hungers after my blood

it devours the seconds I'd savored,

a dragon that savors each moment-

takes them with zealous lust away.

 

The dragon has crystallized vision,

I wait for its eyes to behold me.

 

There is a wavering silence that I felt,

in the eye of the dragon,

and the art of its single mind . . .

 

There is a quiet beauty there,

the moment which stretches onward,

which encloses the Hands of Time-

I saw this but for a moment.

 

Then, the moment was gone . . .

It swept around me like a flame,

slowly and surely moved into,

my life with its lustrous appetite.

 

In fear, I watched it move closer,

the tongue of a windswept madness . . .

licking the seconds . . .

destroying . . . yet, all the while,

holding my gaze in its silence.

 

The crystallized eyes did intrigue me,

just held me suspended-

as I watched the destruction of life.

a silent wave swept over me,

and the Devil had just then encased me.

 

Now I have become the dragon-

Enclosed in a constant glass of quiet,

ticking forever in a world of silence,

my life is suspended in paradox-

a beauty that cannot be lived.

Here I will rest within,

the story of some child's mind

I'll simply tick to their own heartbeat,

devoured by the voracious dragon,

a crystal clad box on the wall,

forever resting my case,

but always to stay. . .

watching as life trickles past me.


~ ~ ~ 


Watch life so that it isn't,

devoured by insistent dragons,

as they are hungry for your seconds.

 

I can breathe the air that is given,

inside of this quiet glass vision,

forever I'll sit here,

as I have become one with Time . . .

the crystalline glass.

as the moments of blissful silence,

have mechanized my soul-

completely ~

© 2014 Foxemerald


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