Dragons

Knifes for claws and fire-kissed scales,
Gossamer wings and countless tails.
Swooping low to pick their prey;
Lives of joy live they.

Sparkling dragons in their scores,
Flying in the sun.
They will live forever:
Carefree flyers in the zephyr

We stole the dragons away.
One by one.
To a land of sugar and sunshine,
Where angels kiss their charred, crimson feet.
'To die is to live' the song they sing, sweet.

No one could take their place,
Their laughter echoes in the hills.
That's the price we have to pay,
When innocent blood is spilt

We are the prey they finally picked
Their immense figures haunt our memories
We did the deed and paid the price
Our cries, regrets, pleas will never suffice

Knifes for claws and fire-kissed scales,
Gossamer wings and countless tails.
Swooping low to pick their prey
Lives of joy live they.