Red Dragon

It's what he must be feeling..

What am I doing here? Blinding fury enrages me

blowing through glass eyes

there’s no soul left to eat

not a thing before the darkness

What does this all mean?

As it washes my heart, I feel nothing

leaving traces of string on the earth

I follow them to my grave

Death eats Life for dinner, with playing cards in his hands

living faces die with Grace

n’er to be seen again

Author's Note

All of my poetry comes from the heart.