# 395 The Epitaph Of The Dragon

Author: ziusuadra
Tags: Non-Linear, Poetry, Sethura, Sythkyllya

#15 of Sythkyllya 300-399 The Battle At Kalikshutra

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Ascension: The Epitaph of The Dragon

 

Beautiful eerie

softlight of deep time

falls the rain

on the bare rock

my sorrows the sun

the bones of the creatures far below

crumbled stone marks forever the fall

a second sun on the last day

the fire falls from the sky.

 

I have spoken with the dead and the never living.

For I am a dragon of shadow, and know not fear.

I am he who has bared his fangs at gods.

I am the disease that cures, the cure that kills.

In seasons without memory, I remain unknown still.

The clarity of my depth is the deepness of spilled ink.

The anchors are torn away, and something dark reveals its wings.

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