Tears of a dragon

Overcast weather lands upon the banks of time
A traveller packs each precious bag of supplies
A broken wagon lies decaying at the side of agony
Echoes talk along the walls whilst seeing without eyes

Wasted hours sat upon the river flowing through
Lost thoughts clog up windows to a parallel dimension
Whilst angels ruffle their winged forms
Offering those shadows upmost protection

Bridges shatter, crumbling to the foundations
Intricate drawings draw out each despised emotion
Thunder rumbles above, a beast awakening
Pausing within thought, dancing each motion

Sailing upon the waves of harmony and hatred
Storms crash waves of tragedy upon each boat
Tornadoes sent from far off mountains rip the world
Chances of survival whilst swathed in death are remote

Drumrolls ripple across the ponds of slavery
Tears of a dragon fall upon the point where saints died
Breath catches in each citizens throat
Those whom the tears were bitterly cried