Sunday, 3 October 2021

Adapt or Die






 Where am I?
What am I doing here?

The Dragon :
Atoning, Mr. Lounds.

I haven't seen your face.
How I could possibly identify you.

I work for the National Tattler.
It would pay a big reward for me.

I mean, a half a million,
or a million, maybe.

The Dragon :
Do you know 
Who I Am, Mr. Lounds?

No.

And I don't want to know.

The Dragon :
You know, believe me.
According to you,
I'm a vicious, perverted sexual failure, a "bottom-feeding lowlife"
who's about to, "Go down in flames."

I think you know now, don't you?

Yes.

The Dragon :
Do you understand 
What I'm Doing, Mr. Lounds?

No.

But I would like to.
I really want to understand
and then all my readers could understand, too.

The Dragon :
I am not A Man.
I began as one
but each being that I change makes me 
More Than a Man,
as you will witness.

I don't need to see you. No.

The Dragon :
But you must, Mr. Lounds.

You're A Reporter.
You're here to report.

Open Your Eyes 
and 
Look at Me.

No.

The Dragon :
If you won't open them yourself,
I'll staple your eyelids to your forehead.

No!

The Dragon :
Open your eyes!

Oh, my dear God Jesus!
Oh, God!

The Dragon :
Do you want to know 
What I am?

More than anything.
I was afraid to ask.

The Dragon :
Do you see now?

Yeah, I see.
Oh, God.

The Dragon :
Mrs. Jacobi, in human form.
Do you see? 

Yes.

The Dragon :
Mrs. Leeds, in human form.
Do you see?

Yes.

The Dragon :
Mrs. Jacobi, changing.
Do you see? 

Oh, my God.

The Dragon :
Mrs. Leeds, changing.
Do you see?

Mrs. Jacobi, reborn.
Do you see?

Mrs. Leeds, reborn.
Do you see? 

Please, no.

The Dragon :
No? No what?

Not me.
Not me.

The Dragon :
Why did you Write Lies
Mr. Lounds?

Graham told me to lie.
It wasn't me.

The Dragon :
Will You Tell The Truth Now?

Yes!

The Dragon :
About me?
My Work?

Oh, yes.

The Dragon :
My Becoming?

Yeah.

The Dragon :
I AM The Dragon
and you call me insane!

You are privy to 
A Great Becoming
and you recognise nothing.

You are An Ant 
in The Afterbirth.

It is in Your Nature 
to do one thing correctly.

Before Me, 
you rightly tremble.

But Fear is not 
What You Owe Me, 
Mr. Lounds.

You Owe Me AWE

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