Thrown into a cradle of corruption,
twisted into a mangled mess on the verge of eruption.
Since birth, he was treated as a monster,
feeding off of his family, the dragon flourished and prospered.
The lives of many he began to conquer,
nourishing the dragon whom grew ever stronger.
Fire burned in the pits of his stomach,
brewing his rage to pierce impossible summits.
The flames of the winged one his body conjured,
a blazing inferno erupted from his wounded maw.
With wings of crimson he prowled and sauntered.
engraving his hatred with the marks of a claw.
And so arose the infernal altar,
where the great red dragon fed and slaughtered.
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Nocturnal Lullabies (#Wattys2018 Winner)Poetry
Even within the deepest and most hideous depths of darkness, we may find a glimmer of beauty. Gothic, gloomy and macabre poetry. Featuring works inspired by phantoms, occultism, vampires, cursed maidens, tragic monsters and other haunting themes sur...