A dragon is a creature considered cruel,
A hideous monster, hated and hounded...

If i would dwell too long,
I'm not certain I would survive...

I wandered so long, shrinking from the slightest...
A cold, bleak, hardened heart...

Don't cry for me, because it is my time,
My eyes are finally open, no longer am I blind...

Cradling myself, home-restraint,
Hoping to make a world that I can't create...

What are you doing here?
You don't belong...

The call is clear,
The emotion is divine...

In the Mist, In the Briar,
Deep inside the heart of a blackened liar...

There sits a girl of porcelain fare,
With long, flowing, golden hair...

When darkness falls and you can't lift the veil,
Your weakness grows in every detail...

The autumn whirlwind of warmth and cold,
A man should understand that we all get old...

Hold the flag high, be ready to wave,
Understand what the veterans gave...