A Dragon's Kiss (3B)
Dusk, dark black and green, with scales of deeper green
The hungry eyes are troubled, troublesome
Stripes of yellow, and purple for the mourning sun
We must dance on, we must dance on
The clawing silence animates the dead, the wounded core
But this time there is no way out but luck of hindsight
The cold of northern nights – damnation strangles the air itself
Forget about the lessons of relief – there are none - we must
dance on
But finding the dragon makes all solid again
Our hearts are its terrain to hunt, and rage
Love comes with thunder, energy without turns to energy within
Dispersion of the spirit –
My hair falls out, my robes torn of, my eyes run wild
With oil, where the winds blow I am gone
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