The Dragon Sleeps 7

a man

some numbers too bi

crazy, strange, startling

what he does

what he says

shows two faces

I choose the nameless one

and hope

I am wrong

A web of spells

woven under a new moon

overpowers defenses

Caught in my own magic

I float on a cushion of mist

Midnight wind tears up the net

morning sun dissolves the vapor