Word of the Day Challenge-Untitled Poem #38

Watch

circling the air

smell the brimstone

the devil’s aroma

seeping beneath doors

through windows

deadly seduction

whispers

it can all be made anew.

Sorcery

beguiling

beautiful

trembling before the massive body

only one can tame the rumbling beast

only one can subdue vicious desires.

Sleep dear one.

Slumber until needed.

A day will come

the lands will call

your voice

rises in trumpeting sorrow

lands will bleed

broken beneath your wings.

Superstition has it

evil you are

yet how could such beauty

such agility

such grace

be the mark of terror

not the ascending glory

saviour for the masses.

Traitors will burn

flames reducing to ashes

broken bodies of enemies.

Hear dragon screams

shudder in fear

for here

an avenger

soaring through the skies

harbinger of doom

for all those who lie.

©July 8/19

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