Where art thou my muses of darkness? <br />prepared to devour all who are good <br />and to destroy all that is right within the light <br />the dragons lay chained in their caves <br />waiting for the feast of saints and martyrs <br />that the faith has promised them so many years ago <br />their religion being one of fate and they <br />they are their own gods <br />they make their own destiny <br />i sat with them at youth <br />eager to learn their secrets and rituals <br />hoping for their complexity and simplicity <br />to rub off and make me more than human <br />more than two eyes and a mouth in skin <br />born into a skewed and innate reality <br />a vexacious existence coupled with shame <br />and honor <br />i know not what destiny i await with my gods <br />they who were born out of fire and destruction <br />but the hunger rises in me <br />as slowly day by day <br />i become something more than what i am <br />i become of god and dragons <br />i become them <br />as i am thrust from the light <br />into the cold dark shadows of eternal darkness <br /> <br />3: 12 p.m.<br /><br />Adrian Cedillo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-gods-and-dragons/
