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