dragon

two windows, opaque and
grey, strangle the
sunlight; impervious to the
sun’s warmth they hang,
motionless, like sheets of black ice
to catch the unwary traveller.

this is the room of
the silent dead.

upon the dirty tablecloth are
scattered,
like discarded
organs, stained needles: rusted swords
from some old war whose
outcome was never uncertain.

on the filthy bed he
lies,
limp and wasted, his eyes
bloodshot and
wide, as the last of his life
drips away.

his spirit floats momentarily in the
air
like some living Zeppelin,
despising his broken body;
then with a gentle sigh he
turns away.

dragon

darkvampire

Joined January 2009

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