Back then, the pit as warm red embers glow
But soon the fire and clawed, webbed wings will grow
The chains will melt that bind me far below
And soon for you, he’ll make the hot wind blow
See how against the moonlit sky he soars
Forgetting steely bars and oaken doors
The ship is no escape, set down your oars
There’s thunder, flame and lightning in his roars
See now the fire raining from the sky
So hot it cooks the skin and blinds the eye
And in the slaughter’s wake there is no why
Perhaps the flame will spare you if you cry
Untethered are we, fire in the cloud
As flying low we skim across the crowd
Our hearts within us passionate and proud
Our battle cries are ringing long and loud
When the alarum bells toll, run and hide
The armies intertwine and fight with pride
But warfare ever was a prickly bride
And vanquished now, we wash out on the tide
What sealed our fate remains a mystery
And now we are a different form of free
It struck us odd because we couldn’t see
That love is best to fight your enemy
You nailed it with the ending! Love this!
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Thank you so much! It came to me at 3 a.m. last night. I’m just now getting to post it. Stupid dragon. 🙂
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A fine piece, Alfred.
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