Hope thrown on the still steaming ashes of the old empire fusing with the hearts of freethinkers and go getters burning beneath the chest of women and man turning young people into dragons with amber colored eyes and wings that stretch a mile high

Reaching above the blinding smoke of broken industry grabbing at the setting sun with still ****** claws

Will they burn out never to know why the heavens glow, or maybe this is just the beginning the match that lights the torch

The wild fire that consumes cleansing and purifying to bring on a new life maybe not for me or you, more likely for the ones long after

Leaving only remnants of the ones who dared to become dragons to be remembered as a roaring flame whose dreams where embers with veins like gasoline filled rivers running just beneath the skin ready to be pierced ready to burst and ignite.