Sketched in demon effigy,
of stone and iron wrought,
hooked hands curl toward
darkling sky
specked, as dewed grass.
Pedestal on a lonely hill straining
under raven's feet, holding
lizard legs, bracing
atlas chest, folding
dragon wings,
up and out
circumscribed
in nearing silver-yellow moon.
Author notes
An image that i've been wanting to tie into a poem for a long time now. It didn't fit anywhere else, so i decided to let the image speak for itself.
