Sleeping Dragon

Summer in the dead of night
Kings on broken glass
Sleeping dragon takes a bite
Spits him out at last
Climbing high and circling
Like vultures at a feast
There’s a fire grumbling
In the belly of the beast
Towers tremble in the storm
Lightning strikes the hill
If one is always travelling
Then the other surely will
Gremlins in the alley groan
Laugh and flash their teeth
In the darkness of the labyrinth
Hallucinate for weeks
High on wise old shadows
Within the hollow ruminant
Ancient creature slumbering
Upon the wealth of graduates
Beneath the starry skies
Across adumbral grounds
He followed the ghostly cries until
His body could not be found
Rumors persist until this day
His ghost still stalks these halls
Every now and then, you know
You can see him in the walls
Reaching out for someone
Something that can’t be seen
But time and space and ignorance
Built a barrier between
Then and here and now and oh
Oh, what might have been…

 

This piece is based loosely on my new job here in the north, working security for a college campus.  Walking these halls in the dead of night, it’s easy to imagine strange things are dwelling around every corner… so I let my imagination wander.