The Eye of the Dragon

Fear.

That tingling sensation;
the breath of death
gliding up your spine.

The unknown
darkness beyond our
well-lit walls,
our false security.

The greatest of all
Dragons,
breeding hate at an
alarming rate,
spinning the fantastic lies
which seal our fate.
Emerald fire, bleeding
ebony teardrops
onto crimson eyelashes,
blossoming grotesquely
from a withered,
ancient seed.

The seed is Fear;
father of our troubles,
bubbling in vats of
age-old ignorance.
It is the Daughter
of many brutal deaths,
giving birth to rage
and searing vengeance;
trapped in a cage-
a cycle of misunderstanding,
demanding and reprimanding.
Until the Dragon is slain,
we shall find no peace.

Here,
in the Eye of the Beast,
at the heart of its Feast,
we can see the reflection
of many lost souls.

Children crying,
frying,
dying.
Rampage and Rape
Priests on Fire
Mutilation,
Devastation,
Utter disintegration,
Total Annihilation,
all hanging from
the petals of a
Blood Red Flower,
streaked with dried
and crusted tears.

The flower has grown
from the ebony seed
that rests in the pupil
of the Dragon's Eye.
If we destroy the seed,
we shall be freed,
and lose all need for
hate and greed.

Unlearn the terror,
useless and vile.

Climb the ladder.
Vanquish the horror.
Smother the seed.
Slay the Great Dragon;

Live without Fear;
Live Free.