Dragon

I have claws.

Blood dried, dirt encrusted,

they are dangerous, they grow longer.

Still,

.

I love what there is to love.

.

My light is planted firm

and rooted, and I

.

mounted at the center.

.

But my dark,

is dispersed in a private arena,

personal, ancient, and Roman.

.

Shades of battles and ghosts

of past selves

stand crucified and bleeding.

Still,

.

I slay the dragon

.

outstretched before me,

Shadow black and disastrous.

.

I am the dragon,

.

I mirror myself,

I slay myself.

.

I devour and am devoured,

and we are infinite.