When the dragon shoots, his eyes are alive.
Locked onto the target, unmoving,
they are burning and glowing.
Dragon eyes don’t fear the target, they own the target.
Atop the castle of the body built strong,
burning, waiting, growing, at the moment of the release when the whole earth moves,
the eyes remain the same.
They are not to be blown away by the wind,
or beaten by the demons who watch from around.
Fuck those noisy demons, scratching with their little scraping claws and shrieking squawks.
With dragon eyes you own the entire space, and the target is yours, your body is yours, this world is yours.