A dragon flies across my sky,
As I keel over on rock to die.
A dragon feast on all my fallen,
As I scream to madness calling.
A dragon roars out across the land,
As my lady, holds out her hand.
A dragon lives forever more,
A beast I wish I never saw.
The serpent reads from all the books,
With many mutterings of how it looked.
My lady weeps with a bursting heart,
As her battered love will soon depart.
I lie here now on the funeral pyre,
Set to flame by my only sire.
I’ll tell my god, impart my rage.
Tell I about this unfair war that we wage.
Demons and serpents do all they can.
To kill the spirit of the humble man.
(Old poem about the rage of the soul that has lost the plot.)