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The Victorious Dragon (I) And kneeling upon the ground I heard a voice like thunder and the voice said unto me, Come and see. And lo! I beheld a Dragon flying low above me. And the wing of the Dragon was a shroud, and the shroud was the Holy Church of God. About the hem of the shroud were eyes, and the eyes were the skulls of the fallen: and this is the death of those at the hands of the Church. And at this I covered my eyes for fear and shame took me: but a voice commanded me, Look. And I saw the shadow of the wing of the Dragon sweep over the earth: and faith died, and hope died, for the name of the Dragon was Judgement. Mark Hendrickson Mark Hendrickson is a gay poet and former psychiatric nurse living in the Des Moines area. A 2024 Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee, his work appears in The Ekphrastic Review, Variant Lit, Vestal Review, and others. Follow him @MarkHPoetry or visit www.markhendricksonpoetry.com
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Alarie Tennille
5/31/2026 01:37:33 pm
What a dark and dramatic poem, Mark. I've backed up to reread it several times. I'm a regular at The Ekphrastic Review and hope to find more of your work there.
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