After a graphic by Ruth Thompson
Ebony claws filleted the air; giant entity
rushes through the oily gash as its venomous blood boiled
in the iris of its eyes. Its enormous wings bent
so as not to rustle behind the still being posed
with heaven’s angelic chain hissing in his left hand.
The black dragon inhaled a snarl of acidic smoke
only to have fire taken by the blow of his hand.
In a fury, the beast rose on a gust of choking
haze as it flew deeper into billowing chaos.
The fearsome angel created his own wave of fumes
as he pursued the dragon into the gaseous
film that dampens his feathers. The tingling of fresh runes
bubbled up his neck halting him short of the dark gate
where perched his fallen brother and all he had hated.