Lets hide my heart in the valley of ashes
where now she belongs till phoenixes day
sit snug in the winged arms of dragons kind
I promised we would never leave you behind
remember my eyes in silver moonlit mist
think me as man, the one that you kissed
your breath will be my breath
my blood will beat in your veins
as my heart will beat for yours
in this communion of flames.
For when you take a dragons heart
he'll take your own for it's treasure
and not in a thousand years
could you match their measure
For the love of dragons
can be selfish and cruel
and magic they wield
can be directed at you.
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka neonSolaris
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 6:09 PM UTC
Lets hide my heart in the valley of ashes
where now she belongs till phoenixes day
sit snug in the winged arms of dragons kind
I promised we would never leave you behind
remember my eyes in silver moonlit mist
think me as man, the one that you kissed
your breath will be my breath
my blood will beat in your veins
as my heart will beat for yours
in this communion of flames.
For when you take a dragons heart
he'll take your own for it's treasure
and not in a thousand years
could you match their measure
For the love of dragons
can be selfish and cruel
and magic they wield
can be directed at you.
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka neonSolaris
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