Rhythmic Portension

As the vultures descend
I pray to my kin
Please keep me safe
Through the night.
Not much of a fight
Say, my Dragon’s alright
Seeing this through to the end.
Hearing Angels play
The Demons behave
Connections soon on the mend.
Waking night or sleep
This rhythm sets me free
As my heart and mind enhance their blend.
Known — as the story portends.

~I.S.~