THE MEETING

It was a convocation of dragons

that met that night

van intended lull before the storm.

But there was no lull.

Simply clashing monsters

gnashing teeth

trashing the surroundings of all that was good

and just and holy.

It was a convocation of demons

of chaos rolling out across the night

with nightmares baying

dreams slain

hopes unattained.

It was a bad night for the angels.

It was a convocation of darkness

with no prayer of a future.

It was a time of horrors

there was no line to salvation

but much crying and begging for some release

that would not be availed.

It was a convocation of desires

with heat and hatred shared in equal measure

passion and repugnance each seeking dominance.

Clearly it was a special night

fear was the order of the day

weird things flew that hour

here at the time you were conceived.

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