Let the dragon’s fire
pass your lips,
A thought not spoken
is never heard,
Breathe srengthe from words
The sword is sharp,
But pain is good
and the wound
will heal.
This dungeon in which
you’ve locked your heart,
Turns your blue eyes gray,
and steals your smile.
Ride on the wind…and
walk the clouds.
Escape the fury of
broken dreams.
Laugh the glory with
a fist of ice.
The nights red sky burns for you…
~KB