The dragon is gone
swayed by the winds of destiny
to an abyss of dead misery
where tears are crowned

The saints became liars
innocently victimized in lies
adorned, crowned, adored
where the line stay drawn

The moon wades in wonder
sat in it's shaped crescent
lent with wings that fly
gliding, sliding, finding a way

The sun rays radiates a smile
a warmth to the dead nonesuch
through the tunnels of the untaught
a slithering sheltered sacrifice