The dragon in the dark A long time past yet once a spark Demons dwelling to feed on the lost Prowling , jumping or startling at all cost Lest they forget their place Or the foe they have yet to face
The soul with a dragon on one shoulder Dim and wild yet grown older From what has been told Darkness is yet to be fond of the bold With it comes passion and fire To radiate a path for all to aspire
The darkness bothered and fleeing Wary of the flames and stance of this being Never ending shadows brought alive by a light The grandest vow For the spur to the fight The dragon in the dark
For an ever burning desire to break our barriers in life whatever they may be