The
world spins and twirls
memories
swirl with past mistakes
old
shames claim bits of energy
but
yet, the Dragon still does dance.
Vampires
steal rewards earned,
lovers
try to change that which they say they love,
focused
on goals, gold things,
love
slips by, afraid to take a chance?
Unknown,
but the dragon still does dance.
The
Gods above watch and laugh
at
how hard the warrior tries.
Reflections
of truths ring,
the
puzzle to find.
Lost
rites, the lance, to bring Caesar down
Searching,
the dragon does dance…
Music
plays within,
Echoing
an awful din,
heard
by an old sage alone…
Madness
holding onto sadness
under
a moon as white as bone
but
the dragon dances on…
Come,
be skyclad, throw all hopes
to
those above, To the sound of the sea
we,
you and me, will bring power
to
cone, and lust to bear
will
ye too dance with the dragon
in
the winter air?
within
a circle of made of good wishes alone
prances
a poet, waiting for she who could love me
far
from home, feeling alone
the
dragon dances still
(c)
Papa G ©
January 20, 2003
