It seems for hours nothing shows,
Yet beneath the swimming surface grows...
The dragon breathes and leaves you cold,
He drains the warmth from your fragile soul,
A dew drop falls, and no one knows,
But beneath the swimming surface grows...
A mist surrounds your tattered form,
And never again will you feel warm,
For although it seems your whole life froze,
Beneath the swimming surface grows...
A fury, such anger - at this insufferable place
Masked by the swimming surface of your face
