twilight alleyways I roam,
Below the dank, forbidding walls;
Since birth I've had no other home,
Yet feel displaced when darkness
Perdition's flames divert my quest
As icy fingers stroke my spine;
I curse the coils within my chest,
But sense the fault is fully mine.
A stabbing pain inside my soul
Reveals the sickness deep within,
So I keep striving toward my goal
To free myself from jaws of sin.
Can those afflicted find a cure
When evil grips the heart so tight?
A hope once heard, although obscure—
"Seek JESUS SAVES in neon
I scour the contents of my brain
For memories to lead me there
And stumble through the dark and rain
Until I see The Clinic's glare.
The door swings open at my touch,
A Nurse regards my shy approach;
Her caring eyes reveal so much,
Devoid of loathing and reproach.
"Please tell me of your
woes," she smiles,
"So we might treat your
But first, let's check your worldly files
To see what virtues you extol."
She asks the year that I was born,
Then ambles through my years of
And pulls a folder, soiled and worn—
Its front emblazoned with my name.
"I see from this," the
"Your Resignation and
Are predisposed by chronic sins
Which left untreated won't dissolve.
"Peer Pressure flux has me concerned,
From lack of Truth your friends
But I detect no Kindness spurned
Or undue hardness of your
She stops quite unexpectedly
With eyebrows arched and piercing
"As best you can, explain to me
Your malady as you surmise."
I swallow back my choking fears,
Not quite prepared to shed my pride,
But soon I'm mixing words with tears,
Revealing secrets locked inside.
"A fearsome beast within my chest
Has plagued me since my boyhood
Although I strive to do my best,
I fear my strength is fading fast.
"At its command my temper soars
And mindless brawling oft ensues,
From my own tongue the monster roars
With blasphemies I can't refuse.
"Its breath goes flaming through my
To scorch my faith with fervent
Please help! before I lose control
And thus become what I
The Nurse appears to understand
What evil spawns my hellish plight;
She lays a reassuring hand
Upon my own and squeezes tight.
"You suffer from an ancient shame
Which spreads to rip mankind apart,
It's called Dracardia by name—
Translated: Dragon of the Heart.
"In newborn hearts upon this earth
Lie dragonwogs not yet empowered;
They snap and snarl from day of birth
Till all, save one, have been
"The final dragon grows in length
With twisting coils like iron chains
And feeds upon all righteous strength
Until no shred of faith
"Then I am doomed!" I
"I have no choice than be
If it is true, what you've avowed,
Then who among us might be
"Don't give up hope," the
"I have Good News to share
Our Doctor knows of dragon cures
And He alone can pull you
She leads me through a heavy veil
Of purple, blue, and scarlet red
Into a room with no detail
Or hint of what may lie ahead.
A single window, void of glass,
Stands overlooking dismal streets;
Through open doorways breezes pass
To cool my doubts from past deceits.
No instruments or tools in sight
Nor cupboards filled with labeled
Just walls adorned in gleaming white
And stacks of old discarded files.
Ablaze with light from every star,
The Doctor strolls into the room;
My eyes are blinded near to far
Which leaves His visage to assume.
I sense His breath upon my face;
"Come out of him!"
the Doctor speaks,
But coils of sin resist His grace
And from my heart the dragon
With words far sharper than a blade,
He slices through the dragon's guile
And thwarts all efforts to evade
Or slither deeper in denial.
Ignoring fangs and snapping jaws,
The Doctor grasps its scaly head
Which earns attacks from thorny claws—
Upon each hand, a splash of red.
In foul defeat, the dragon roars,
Protesting all divine restraint,
Then through the open window soars
To search for newborn hearts to
My files are thrown on those amassed,
And Doctor fades from mortal sight;
I leave The Clinic, free at last
To walk forevermore in light.