Lair of the Magic Fluffydragon

Do you ever think about All those planets, just Like malted milk balls Filled with crunchy stuff, coated soft, dusted

Think of drinking galaxies like milk, Or cream-filled universe-O’s, oh And maybe lots bigger things snack on too Seasoned with hopes and precious dreams

Delicious skies and macro-macrocosms Drinking the void like black molasses With a stomach so strong, to make More wondrous things than eats

To be the wondrous thing that, Gives more than takes, and here I am, to eat everything, everything And don’t you worry love, you too

Think of what it’ll be like, to have Your mind expanded, after the big crunch Like mine too, to even eat myself, ouroborus Glory, glory, glory, to kingdom and to crown of fangs

Of Fenrir’s brood, I with my fangs Glinting like godslaying knives Jaws dripping with acid, I see you Can you see the mirror-moon too?

Gold, silver, black, white Blue like the looming sky Haunter of nightmares Companion in the blessed dreams

They say sometimes, nothing is pure The flower grows from the same soil The beast leaves when it squats That even to think about, a part recoils

All the water, and air’s probably passed through Bodies, at least once, or many times Is it pure? Does it matter? What do you taste, what do you smell?

Remnants of life, made to stuff of life Death, life, undeath flowing through What do you make of that As you respire ghosts?

If you think all this, is somehow Meant to ruin, why? Do you see the ugliness in beauty When you could see the beauty in ugliness?

Maybe, just… Maybe it’s all what we make it. Maybe we have the strength To make anything at all.

Hearts gripped in the claws Of the demon that lies in All our souls, bleeding With burning rage at all the loss Here to take the sacrament, rapacious

Fangs tearing into flesh Writing symbol-less words To carry into the next life Oh I can expect to suffer so Yet are the brighter paths less cruel?

Benevolence and malevolence blend Price beyond measure in every choice What can make up for these sins, even The smallest of them, infinite Can the grains of virtue be like stars?

Regrets, guilt, hurt, loss Seeds of messy karma Sins that we need make Into something better than this To justify the world we’ve made

Sometimes we get caught up Arranged in twisted shapes Sometimes our worst seems Beyond redemption, and yet All it takes is a little change

Corrupted nectar Once meant for children Devoured with the stillborn And their mothers

"high risk" isn't equivalent to "low value". Neither is "inconvenient".

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In the trenches, and the void Truth is to be found Aether and earth, as one To breathe the second breath

I wonder what the doctors said Every one’s probably seen it a few times “Sorry, your baby boy’s dead, you’ve got a stowaway In the captain’s seat. Congrats, it’s a werewolf!”

I feel like there were too many stories about how it happened A car accident, like so many isekais, was it? But I remember their talking about some bacterium from a dog A canine kiss, how my real mother made me

Is that why I can barely think about the one who said she was The woman I clung to for so long, then could barely stand And even in my mind, now, is so hard to reach a thought to In all the pain and bitterness?

Sorry, I don’t think I can call her mom anymore And this isn’t where her name’s meant be written Were all the jabs and torment (a word she used) because she knew That I was the reason her baby boy was gone?

I wonder who I was before I died To step into a child’s shoes At least I saved him from this world I hope he’s happier, wherever he is.

How do you escape a whirlpool? Well, maybe it depends, have you been Digested yet, or is that on the other side? What is phoenix ash in a septic tank?

How do you escape from quicksand When you can’t really watch a video on it You know, it’s do or die now Time to resurrect yourself

Like that poor horse, in that old Forever story from your childhood, you Try to struggle out, but maybe it’ll be different Maybe all you need’s a respawn timer

…you know it’s not the end, don’t you? Despair or rejoice, the next day comes, life goes on So please, even though one word of false promise May become two menacing ones, hold on, you can save yourself