The Dragon, the Moon, and the Flower

The Dragon; Part One

Dear Earthborn,

I grieve deeply for thee. Your sorrowful cries fill the skies,

And knock with desperation against the very doors of heaven.

Your heartache is so tremendous that it cracks the earth's surface from it's center.

The ocean overflows with the many tears your ashen soul hath shed.

You in your mourning have wreathed yourself in despair, and cloaked thyself in soul damning darkness.

Your heart seems to know only how grey and cold and unfeeling is the stone that encases it;

Your mind, a perfect circle of unending insanity.

Ye hath seen the might of God that move the mountains and parts the sea, and yet...

I'm filled with anger and contempt for thee. Your hatred spreads and festers in all who have remained your allies.

Your fury, an unending storm of chaos and destruction; but you continuously choose it over the peace offered so freely.

Embedded in you from youth, generations of hate and war poured into your open heart, and it consumes and demonizes you to this day.

It plagues your slumber with thick inky blackness,

Numbing you to pain and shutting out conscious heartache.

Thou hath witnessed and know of the wrath of God that makes angels tremble and men turn to dust, and yet...

I ardently fear thee. You have invited lust to be your bride, but she is filthy and faithless.

She is never satisfied, she is always ravenous with impulsive desire.

Innocence draws her like a moth to the flame.

And when you look at me, I see her eyes.

It is not only lust that I fear, nor only I who fears it: 

the perfect hurricane of rage that follows your every step, leaving sheer chaos in your wake.

It is like an undying fire, and it burns the forest and everything in it leaving only smoke and smolder.

This is the truth" when there is nothing left to burn, it will engulf you in flame.

You have tasted and seen the sweetest and most holy love of God, and yet...

Your pride repels me. The mark of conquest is branded upon your forehead,

The nature of arrogance is a thick cloud about you.

You say to me, "I am a rooster. I make my bed upon the roof of the coop, never mind the sun.

 I am a rooster, strutting proudly among the hens and the dogs. 

I thrive like a god among even the lowliest creatures,".

What you have read and know in your mind, you have kept hidden from your heart:

Pride goeth before a fall.

Thy entire being knows of the downfall of men who have claimed their God given might their own, and yet...

And yet your actions are led by the evil you have willed to possess your soul.

And yet you have always turned your back on all that is good and right and pure.

Many dire warnings have you heedlessly dismissed, therefore:

Whatever is to come shall now fall upon your shoulders. Perhaps then you shall transform...

And though here we must leave you to float adrift upon the river.

I beseech the one who has spared they tormented soul thus far.

To pour his mercy down upon you to be armor around you as you face the trials to come.

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Screw it, new and old together. I don't have time to fix it really, so sorry all ye old english lovers that I hath butchered this poem for ;;p