Draconberg

His death was duly noted
angels sang with the birds
a cacaphony of sound so beautiful it stopped your heart
an irony
his heart broken so many times
then broken this final time
to sing with the angels
free of himself
his childhood stolen
and handed back by monsters
a black and twisted thing
as brave as any soldier facing death
he rose to walk beaten down he rose again
and then again until this day
he sang with the angels


I am Prince EBM von Draconberg. A Prince of the etheric kingdom of Draconberg home of dragon lore and ancient wisdom. This is my Air Force. I fly the lead Eagle Sophia casting bolts of light into the darkness and I am everywhere. I appear not to destroy anything but hold the darkness at bay with love and beauty There are others to pick up my lance should I fall for we shall prevail.

Prince von Draconberg

Beauty

I say a lot that is unimportant. I am compelled to write. My heart has been broken many times, the pain of the world rests on my shoulders. I feel the trials our beautiful Earth has endured with our carelessness. It will not stand for this much longer. The only way I can communicate this is with beauty. My anger and hopelessness can only be assuaged by beauty so I create it or view it, feel it, or hear it. If you are lost these are things to make you whole..we would perish without them and strange to say they are a dagger in the black hearts of the monsters. sometimes they capture me but not for long, I am too strong for them to defeat. All the life lived has been a war yet I survive in the beauty I and others create. My children, my friends,. and as someone said (fz) beauty is not music, music is the best. To me it is all music.