The Dome

Not of Kubla Kan
nor son born
but inspired in channels
of thought
A place created that could never have been
Naught but a wish
Where moonlight shines unblinking
silvery illumination
of a darkened silhouette
demon features screaming
over mountains
marked by icy caverns
diamonds gleaming coldly
as needles
though the darkest passages
blinded by sudden light
over the greenest hilltop
into the midst of war
chaos reigning everywhere
and bones splinter
while flesh discerned
lies choking
the impossible
is become reality
the creation is brought to life
products of imagination
a legacy forever
burned into stone minds.