A drunk king's mind is clouded by battles of old
A troubled successor pleasures torture of the weak
The weak are innocent and frail, like tiny rose buds
Dripping with uncivil blood of our new king
A kind child to envelope the twisted boy into darkness to cope
A Dragon Queen has her own plan to vanquish
To vanquish the world with manipulation and love.
The gold licks his skin, the screams echo the tent surrounding
the Dragon's brother ceased to live, his head full of clutter
and the unborn are forever silent among the whispers of night.
For Dragons thrive in fire, smoke and ash
They do not need authority, money or sex.
They are a legend, a secret if you will
they fly high above in the sky: joyous and free
for no one will control the Dragon Queen.
