The petals fall from my rose
and it's barren buds doth bleeds
in it's death, it tells me to dance
so I dance with tears of guilt and sorrow

How spiteful life can be
how rotten to the core it can make you feel
sometimes I want to disown my race
yet in the distance I see a holy light
and in that moment pure
this knowing gives me flight

There is magic in my being
I want to be a peace maker
and not a child of war
yet my skills proceed me

I surround myself with good
war is far from my thoughts
I do not want to be awakened
as my persona is a silver dragon

I sleep a slumber deep
deeper than a human soul
I will bathe in the goodness of man
and sleep, till that time I'm called

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris