The temple doors open.
The dim lights create an eerie path
to the shrine of the Devouring Dragon.
Fierce eyes peer from the living marble.
All are drawn by the gleam of its eyes.
The sculptor's hands shaped an image,
both stilted and yet flowing,
savage yet somehow all-knowing,
angered yet awed-inspiring.
Each pilgrim's eyes see what its beholds;
sees what is in their own heart.
The shrine is but a mirror of each's own
heart and soul,
built upon the dais of earth-god memories.
Unmoving glowing orbs follow each pilgrim's
path to its feet.
The all-searching eyes feels what is in
each's soul.
It knows where goodness lies and
evil hides.
Do the temple shadows show the dragon's eye
Smiling in mirth over our follies?
or
Do these eyes smirk knowingly of falsehoods
and lies.
Only the soul of the seeker and the eyes
of the dragon know.
Incense smolders in the darkened corners.
Grayish smoke drifts aimlessly in the
breezeless arches.
There it reflects over the secret niches of each
pilgrim's memories,
long after the temple doors are closed.
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This is the time of Darkness On the world of Dragon's, Fairy's,
Witches, goblins, Knights and Maidens this is the time
the world has forgotten, But Here this time is NOW!
