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Timeless... eternal...
The Drægon Awakens
Immortal... Infernal...
The Duskening Horizon
Leathern wings extending
Arising... surmounting
Echoes from The Pit!
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Hail Mighty Drægon!
The lightning strikes!
Thunder from The Black Abyss
Quaking, cracking
Coursing the Wicked Whirlwinds
Demons to the skies
Darkening the day to night!
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Ancient omnipotence
Hellfire in thine eyes
Leviathan and Tiamat
Cthulhu of the Deep
By thine burning shadow blaze
Cast the mortal minds in haze
Hades here to stay!
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Equinox & Solstice thrall
Presence possessing all
Hellemental chaos flux
Brother Dæmon Drægon reborn
Of Blackened thorn & shadow horn
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Nocturnal treasures keep
Occultic secrets reap
Within thy dark embrace
Behold The Drægon's face!
Bestow Satanic Grace

The 13th Moon courses the Seasons in Hell
Every month another face, signs & symbols
Specters move across the face of the night
Draegon Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Flesh incarnate
Mytheological transmutations
Lycanthropic, Anthropomorphic
Through 13th Dimensions
Hybrid legends come alive
Devil's Mark branded upon flesh at birth

THE 13TH SIGN...
Sign of The Dragon
Consuming the others
THE 13TH SIGN
Sign of The Beast immortal
666 Hellemental

When Luna pairs with Lucifer in the W/Eastern sky
Hecate, Lilith, Sin, Persephone
Baphomet ascends the hellvens
Seated upon the Firmament Majestic

We are the 13th Sign
The Face of The Dragon upon the 13th Moon
Wings outstretched upon the nocturne tide
Draconian Black Blood
Breathing hellfire with words and deeds
Bloodmoon, blacksun, alignment complete
Upon the 13th night... ∞

Flying across London at night

By jfarrell

Look up, and use the stars, the constellations to navigate;

Looking down on London, at night, is the same.

The lights, of landmarks, vehicles….

When I first flew with my dragon, I was so lost.

But, look down…

The perfect ring of red light,

With a bulge of multicoloured madness below it…

That’s the London Eye (big wheel) and the Southbank area.

The elusive, silvery eel that borders that is the Thames;

Look left, look right, follow the silvery trails and the boats…

You’ll find bridges…

And once you’ve identified one bridge…

You know where you are, flying over London at night.

But I would not recommend flying a dragon over London;

I know they’re cars, boats and trains…

But Karla thinks they’re little bugs

All with with fantastic flavours….

We crashed, that first time, opposite Waterloo Station…

Taxi cab had been converted into a fresh coffee bar…

Covered in coffee beans and grounds…

Karla stood up and gave a flaming belch….

Even the cab owner agreed, coffee never tasted so good,

Roasted at about a billion degrees…

By a 15 foot chocolate bar…

I really should ask Karla to put some clothes on…

Dragon scale gown

By jfarrell

Dazzling…

Eyes blind - everywhere you look

Seared golden brand

Reality, a fog on the edges.

Shut your eyes,

The burning, golden scar of light

You still see;

Open eyes; reality still a dense fog, on the edge.

Light, stars, madness, pain, joy;

I don’t know how;

My dragon gave to me a cloak…

Woven from her scales.

When you look at me, I don’t know what you see;

I can’t see me anymore;

I see a smartly dressed waiter, bartender, food dispenser;

Not a mass murderer… gimme a machine gun!!! PLEASE!!!!

Light, so beautiful, you have to praise god;

Dark so powerful, you have to hope there’s a devil;

OMFG!!!! my dragon is so beautiful! More real!!!!

…. but I KNOW your’s are more beautiful, and breathtakingly stunning…

Please, SHOW ME!

Dragon’s Scales

   By jfarrell

Yeah, my honey-boy,

Take the sweets, take the comics;

Cut my rapist’s throat.

I’m glad you ain’t my kid,

I’d be ashamed of you, you little poof;

Cut my dad’s throat.

Jo…Jo…Joey Deacon..

Stuttering fuck, shut up!

Cut all their fucking throats.

Why should I make a nice dragon?

For all the ‘nice’ I am, 20% works

The rest is just folks taking me for a fool.

I want my dragon stronger, more beautiful, than I;

Hate and scum is all this world wants;

Thus my dragon will be built with what it wants.

All the hate I have, the anger;

The bitterness; darkness; cruelty;

My dragon has very, very black scales.

:-)

And, sorry for the swearing, I don’t mean to be a potty-mouth, but felt it was warranted.

Dragon’s Release

   By jfarrell

Yes, I understand now.

I can’t visually describe my dragon…

And what kinda dragon’s that?

I’m, scared to.

(Sting - “be yourself, no matter what they say”)

Be myself..

Today, I could, quite happily, cut my dad’s throat,

And piss over his grave;

Same for my mother;

And, describing, visualising, this darkness,

Is a good thing?

Yes!

Whether you hurt me a long time ago;

Or whether you were my scumbag neihgbours,

Yesterday, praising god all day, in your arrogance,

Pissing me off, giving me no choice..

My dragon looks like hate, my hate;

And it aint about skin colour, or your politics;

It’s about how you make me feel!

I have no voice? What I feel doesn’t matter?

Fuck you!

Release this shit!

Sorry for the swearing, but it felt needed;

So sorry :)

My Dragon’s Vengeance

By JFarrell

“THEY KILLED MY CHILDREN?????”

She, my dragon, arises,

Enraged,

A maelstrom of rage,

Vengeance unleashed.

Monday night,

22 angels

A children’s pop concert

A piece of garbage with a bomb

“THEY KILLED MY CHILDREN????”

My dragon roars and shrieks

With unconsolable pain

And uncontrollable rage

The schism of her rage

Leaves nothing but a mushroom cloud.

Sorry, dedicated to the victims and families of the bomb in Manchester, 22/5/2017

   And the victims of all terrorists around the world.

"The Castle was gigantic. 

Expansive, was it's wide thrust,

filled with cracks, crevices and uneven bricks

pock-marked with mortar turning to dust.

Inside the deep recess

was a dormant terror,

up in it's highest tower,

a princess lived, none fairer. 

But both were locked up,

the furnace inside the gargantuan beast

kept the Castle warm,

the ovens hot, promoting many a feast. 

But lest the monster

breaks its shackles!

As once had happened before,

the quest none could tackle.

Knight after knight

fell to the flame,

the winged lizard licking tongues

of fire all about, untamed. 

Many an arrow was shot

from hunters brave, 

but no purchase for any arrow

was, by the monster hide, gave. 

Spear was no better,

having been thrown hard and true,

but not a single mighty heft

would force a metal tip through.

Then one day,

the princess who lived above,

just asked, 'give me a chance!',

but her father would allow no tug.

So that night,

while the great serpent ravaged the land,

she scaled down her tall tower

with the most daring plan.

She crept along the meadow,

in the cold of the moonlit night,

and up the the snoozing beast

she stomped her boot with all her might.

The beast sprung up,

startled awake by such a petite thing,

but before he bellowed flame,

she started to sing.

Sweetly, softly, 

she sang out her heart,

and through spirit, ripped hers out,

and handed it over, so that they'd never be apart.

Since then,

the two remain locked up with no regret.

The land has since healed.

But many don't forget.

Of the Girl and her Wyrm,

the star-crossed lovers never meant to be.

And how through love and song

she saved all the eye could ever see."

On an edge of earth I stood

Wreathed in flames that gave no quarter

Sweltering breath split by the beckoning sheen of steel

A resonant collision of infernal force and inexorable will

On an edge of earth I stood

in stillness

And so did the cadence of time

in this frozen portrait of conflict made from

daunting portents of uncertain endings.

On an edge of earth, as if a book were finished being read.

Where everything has always ever been for you, and has always ever

gone without saying.

Where I still stand to weld fear and courage.