Under the Dragon Moon

Under the Dragon Moon, the dark
sister reveals herself, revels
in the chaos brought to each.
The cycle of this moon
fractures fragile egos
pulls apart the soft tissue scars
twisted and split beneath her silver.
She releases that woman we love
to hate; the dragon tangled in our history. 

Take heart, her cycle spins around once in three thousand years
—a moment to us. 

Memories collide, lose themselves
in shadows of uncertainty
cast between dream and awake.
Hidden behind the sun for too long
she is eager to liberate disorder,watches confusion spiral down
on romance-moonbeams, pitiless.

Inhibitions drawn out by the Dragon Moon
unshackle madness — we embrace.