There was a man I think I used to know.
His name has been lost in years passing through.
His face has become blurred by persistent tear flow.
His lucid voice would drip with stories untrue.
But he sang each night of places that dragon’s go-
A lullaby that echoes in my dreams.
The dragon’s flames, they lick my soul. so slow.
They burn the memory into what it seems.
The man I thought I used to know has gone;
He’s disappeared under night’s protective shield.
He’s testing me to prove I can be strong.
They say the abandonment will one day yield.
The burning memories are here to stay.
The dragons take me to where in the ground he lay.
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