Paradox
by Sam M. Phillips

Blood-stained and wild,
The eyes cannot reach this far,
Stand apart,
A punishment
Rushing me down to the bottom.

Broken speech,
I pass the tombs,
Mortals part,
Conjure the farthest servant of heaven.

Cruel joke,
Lost trouble,
Women,
Snakes,
And horned serpents,
Horrid path,
Yet aid comes.

Pale mark of cowardice,
Members never seen,
Sweat and grime,
Split,
Head to gizzard.

Limbs of man and beast,
Fused like hot wax,
The thieving stops,
Form blurred and blended.

The monster weaves itself,
Taloned feet of lizard,
Angel hair of gold.

This is a paradox
I’ve never known,
A snorting dragon
I have no means to fight.