If only the beast were seen for what he was
A child amongst those who lost
The dragon stands tall on the mountain of gold
While tales of old
Are turned into lies
Among the sleep
of all their ties.
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Forest Hills| Poems and Stuff.
Poetryunder the forest hills lies my heart for all where my head has gills and my heart falls.
From Story: Two
If only the beast were seen for what he was
A child amongst those who lost
The dragon stands tall on the mountain of gold
While tales of old
Are turned into lies
Among the sleep
of all their ties.
