The end
Is indeed creeping toward life.
Wrapping its chains
Around the naive lives
Who dared to go against
Our laws.
Our passion.
Our history.
And our faith.
No, the end will not find us,
For we are the ones
They thought they destroyed.
Yes, they did poison our blood
And stain our name,
But here we are.
Still existing.
Still breathing.
Still making everything
Imperfect in their eyes.
But even if they despise us
And crave our blood,
We will always rein in this world.
Because in what comes after us,
The blood of the Dragon
Will remain.
YOU ARE READING
Darkened shades
PoetryI lie awake When most have drifted The imaginary pen Racing strokes of blood for ink On the burning pages Hidden from those Of the other side "Let us see..." I say to them For only a brave eye Can catch What remains real Inside my corrupted soul Be...
