DRAGON OF THE DISCIPLES

DRAGON OF THE DESCIPLES

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Fires breath-

sanguine taste of thunder

I have become a spigot of the devils tongue

Trapezoiding its net

amidst the Disciples of Christ

I will corner anyone with my expulsions.

God had found merit in me

for Constenople

reveries are contained within my soul

slashing my Will upon the grate.

Fires heat-

penetrates the anguish of any man

as the stone of David kills goliath

his sling

I carry as my protective source.

It becomes God

that which is His creation

imbues its strength to the most high

silhouetting catastrophic ends.

If Sin-

is a monument born from our cravings

the splitting leverage of Light

will subdue

a King in his tracks by its proxy.

Painting glorious beginnings

is for poets

though his splitting rock is confined.

I asked not to be chosen

but the lyrical quest of my devotion

was sacrificed

and in its expiration I was born again.

Fires end-

I will fight as a mercenary for God

compounding evil ways

in the dust

of my mastering definitions.

Older than ancient eyes

I have lived many lives before you

and in meeting the Son

His ember flows through me

charging me with the account of Souls.

So do I use my Sword to kill

or embellish the Lord with your Spirit?

Fires quest-

I am here at the end of your days.

I will lift you

from the interred space of earth

consumed by maggots.

Bones are of the grounds makings

and the Holy Ghost

will reach forward to raise you.

To His embrace

your Spiritus Sanctum

will become translucently divine

and so you shall be.

All these ‘fires’ are on my breath.

I am the Dragon of the Disciples, who is

between flesh and the fiery ends.

To you my God

I bow and kneel before your ultimate Wisdom.