Dragon hearts are greedy.
They care not for the body,
which yearns only to rest,
to rest, to rest, to rest.
The heart wants to plunder,
to gird in glory and iron,
to rend man by fear alone.
To set the earth ablaze.
So even as the body, this old,
joyless flesh, rots steadily away,
the heart clings to its armor,
grasps ghastly fangs and barbs.
It will not let them leave, it
animates a terrible tomb.
The teeth, claws, burning bones
rattle in their fearful mail.
Teresa,
WOW! This is an amazing poem for hour 24. I love this stanza,
The heart wants to plunder,
to gird in glory and iron,
to rend man by fear alone.
To set the earth ablaze
The visual imagery is so powerful and satisfying but at the same time one gets a feeling of melencholy
A tomb of constant life.