comes a raging, silent beast
obscure, ill defined titan
its sharpened horns lacerate
cleave my shoulders, finding heart
flash, ignite, ancient barbed scars
reach for informed armaments
again, again, yet again
find it cracked, edgeless, rusting
breathe vigor to whet, prepare
clash under darkening skies
carry the day, dragon slayed
hostilities continue
Photo and poem (c) by DC Lessoway
It is the light and our dark that makes us who we are.. beautiful.
Thank you – too kind