Timo Bolamba
Draconic
Scream in the stratos
Taking flight on tattered wings
Harbinger of flames
Ichorous, fault lines seeping magma
Ikarus, wings burned and grounded
Mask of blood painted around
Eyes pale as still-born
Ripples of glistening wealth
Hiding weakness
Dripping poison
Streaked and fallen
From Long to Bahamut
Sigurd and his worm Fafnir
Unnamed terror claims the Hero
As Wiglaf surpasses Beowulf
When ego lies and you face the Draconic
“A man can die but upon his death day”
No, a man can die before his death day
No, a man can die every day
No, death would not fail as the dragon has
And leave the charred skin to shed and glisten in the new sun.