Red Act

Sleepers remained camped to lash

As bathrobes enchant the days first aired flash

Pause in turn above we glance

Notice cloudy circumvention

Stemming from spots cirrus bare

To which the void first appeared

From the vagueness of the swallowed sky

Motion churns the canvas’ coat

With violet-blues and blackened smoke

Piercing fangs covet air

As the horned skull rapes the day

With orange-red hued vapid screams

Alter opinion upon each verse

Eyes of man lock intense, as frames fill frozen scared

Prehistoric veins unlock jaw

Redacting fear to defend frame

Singeing blue a bright-lit red

Demonic howls rush from its mythic head

Talon clutches to scaled chest

Something unfamiliar, it seems

Is greater still, than flames raping the morning air

Moments pass without vision of torch-lit tongue

Further pause reveals rapid nostril flare

Sun stands shadowed

As wings fail to tread

Although a blessing most would claim

Spiral down the dragon does,

Bobbing futile at such descent

A sprinkled lawn was too much the match

As impact crushed the ancient’s head

Evening by-line aptly named: Another myth, by man, slain.