i heard them cry out "save my soul!" as i passed below.
virochana & melek-i-taus perched on either shoulder of saladin, whispering sweet words laced with honeysuckle & saffron. saladin's scimitar layed easily across his lap, & as the shaitan-pair danced in his head, he contemplated the gateway before him. the bronze skinned man with the hourglass eyes who had left it in his care had warned him off it, with the smug assurance of the wicked. to saladin, great king & loyal servent of allah, the five dragon heads looked not so fearsome. the seal of solomon had bespoke its secrets to him, to saladin, & not this sickly foreigner in black.
of course, saladin wasn't aware of tiamat's importance in the sumerian pantheon.