Long (Lone) Painting-Number 1

by Elvira

Hidden                        in                     the mist

                                    Claws

Broke                          through            the clouds, In

                                    The Lord of the two Suns.

                                    Scales

Shimmered:                 Blue

                                    Grey

                                    Red

                                                Limbs

Reached                      for       the white Pearl.

                                    The Massive Mouth

Opened, yawned                     how long         had he

Been alive?                  Two thousand

                                    Three thousand

                                    He

Knew                          not.

                                    The Reptilian tail

Whipped,                    he held                        The Pearl,

                                    He

Scanned,                     with bloodshot Eyes:

                                    Little people

                                    Little thoughts-

                                                                        Where

Was                             the age of Reason??

                                    This

Was                             The AGE OF GARGOYLES

            Mystical, Mythical, Phantasmagorical

                                    Who

Saw                             Him?

                                                The Son of Heaven

                                                The Son OF THE KITCHEN SLAVE

                                    Who

Painted                                    Him?

                                    The Master of the Brush

                                    The Acolyte?

                                    He

Roamed                       the sky             ‘til        Dawn,

                                    The scaly tail

Reached                      for an unsuspecting soul.

                                    On bent knees, the soul

Downcast                    his eyes, and

Pointed                        his chin to the sun.

                                    He felt NO      thorny tail:

            UP                   UP                   Up

                                    Sensations all

Lost,                            with unconsciousness

Filling                          his lungs like water.

            Then.               Nothing.

Fragmented,                the Servent

                                                            Surrendered:   No

                                    Longer

                                    Wishing to live a grievous existence

                                    Becoming ONE with the Beast

                        Mind freed,

                                    Locked in Bedlam

                                    Liberated from his shell- FOREVER

But Not Yet,

                                                            LORD!

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