The Mask Chaser of Dreams Past
Model: Gillan Ludlow
one of crimson and gold and emerald green,
with a screaming face confined to a wooden mask.
It peered from the depths of the thickest brush,
in the dark heart of the heaving forest,
echoing silence as it held its roars in its throat.
I was to tear it from its kingdom and make it my serf.
I would reign from my throne overlooking the lake
and it would fetch me water and wine in gold goblets;
scrub and wash my flowing robes in bubbling basins;
and sacrifice itself for my every whim, my every fancy.
and absorb its mighty powers until my skin glowed.
Then I, too, would possess the spirit of the dragon.