i dreamed myself

I dreamed myself a humble demon channeler,
learning the trade, yearning for its perks
and privileges.
Passed many nights looking at the window,
sweating and watching for the signs
that were probably in my head only.

I dreamed myself warden of a fragile garden
burning in an terrifying alcohol-fuelled fire.
I wanted to go to war with naked flesh shields,
the narcotic frenzy of battle the only companion,
the wild hunt.

Bleeding manure, that's our legacy.
We chew the night, gnawing at our hates,
full moon reveals our true condition.
Our prayers went unheeded - the little gods
we made up, failed us miserably, and this is
the end result.

Welcome to the age of the dragon's breath.
It's time to offer heads. No more patience.

Fire, fire! lick the ceiling of the night.
Let the hunt for souls over snowed roofs begin.
This is the first day of winter.
The ultimate will of an animal on drugs.
Uncertain, lost and intent.

The keeper that I was let his gaze catch fire
in a rotten transition.

The ulcer of utopias always hurts the most
being their conception fake and rotten in itself.

When I woke up I could see mark of axe handles
in my hands.
What lost splendour!
Gold and blue and ashen.
Blood looks beautiful on gold leaf.

It was then we decided to step down
from the shoulders of giants.
We realized that had gotten us nowhere
and our arms were already numb
from the weight of arms.