Dragon Clan: Fictional Godhead

The world knows me but does not recognize me, and mistakes mortal bones for gods. Slaying a dragon on a rainy night, the body remains cold, and the sharp blade at the head of the building that kills evil is warm. The panel is hidden silently in the sleeves, and the name is hidden in the city gate at will. I don't seek immortality in this body, I just sweep the lonely grave for old dreams.