I'm needing to leave,
But because of you,
I'm glued to my feet.
Unable to walk away.
Stuck in my tracks.
The sight of you was unbearable to breathe.
I once shared another life with you.
An intuition of recognition is what I perceive.
I'm missing your skin,
like a feather misses the wind.
Carrying my soul from place to place
all in a spin,
without destination or control never to waste again.
Everything came so naturally,
Wild and free.
There isn't one thing that I'll miss
but of everything.
Remember when I once said this,
followed by a kiss.
Forever yours I intend,
but that's when the storms rolled in.
Just like that,
the start was an end.
Without no inbetween.
Short time, losted friend.
Missing you over and over,
again and again

I'll **** my own pride
to go on this fairytale ride
to become a distressed damsel
to live a life stable

There are no fancy knights alive
no one teaches them what's right
we'll be waiting half our life
then proceed ahead on our right

Little late on this race
there is not enough space
running knowing no better
getting a place whenever

The world not shy to show the unfairness
same status, more the less
crowning someone else the royal prince
it has this same ending long since.

With evil claws and teeth I chew the little wicked knights I slew. They enter one by one, as I burn them down to the ground for fun.
My fiery breath I breathe to melt their shields upon their feet and open my maw to eat my treats, oh what tasty meats.
Bring me more gold my shiny fearless little hunks of meat for I am to be feared the dragon which is revered.
I cannot be slain I will not be tamed for I am the red dragon that is renowned in fame.

You came a calling
my gallant knight  
Stars twinkling
The moon bright
On your sleek black stallion
you came to my door
My heart pounding
as you crossed the
floor
Sweeping me into your big strong arms
Filling me instant with a tranquil calm
Your lips full and tender
are upon mine
A kiss so sweet
simply devine
Gently you take me
by my hand
Through the bush
Moonbeams lighting the land
Stopping at the waters edge
We sit relaxed upon a ledge
There is wine and a platter
what a fabulous treat
Such a lucky maiden am I
to have a knight so sweet

Will you whisper to me those words?
Sweet words protected by Knights and conquered with swords?
Words prized by Queens from the revered lips of Kings?
Words soft and fragile as butterfly's wings?

Whisper to me those words while they are still true.
Whisper to me those words while they still hold the meaning of me and you.

Running through lavender fields,
must protect myself with heavy shields
from that dragon; mean.
With eyes that gleam;
the fiery breath it wields.

I’ll rest under willows by the run,
when skies are pink at set of sun.
Away from monster’s gaze;
safe now from heated blaze.
Stealing sleep; no longer having fun.

Day started out with skies bright,
no worries far less danger in sight.
Then terrifying roar came;
life no more a game.
Heart skips a beat with fright.

Once awake grab shield and sword;
defensive stance with shoulders broad.
Ready for that foul beast
with sunrise in the east.
Whispering a prayer to my Lord.

Then I hear a thunderous cry;
scaly wings swoop down from sky.
I raise shield just in time
to stifle hot breath of thine!
Slashing sword across demon’s eye.

Shriek of pain that pierces ears;
wounded eye cries dark red tears.
Sword melts from acid blood;
yet creature crumples with a thud.
Last of a kind; no more fears.

With deed now done can rest with ease;
can see yellow birds flitter through trees.
Time to investigate my ****;
deftly felled with greatest skill!
Fiend raises head; the feel of sweltering breeze…



The feel of sweltering breeze…
I fall to my knees.
Flames engulf my form;
from this world I am torn.
Arrogance destroys with ease!

As I drift into the hereafter,
I can almost hear the demon’s laughter.
Only ashes remain in my stead,
always played it safe; yet still dead.
Foolish pride leapt from ground to rafter.

If only humble and cautious still;
would not be lost to dragon’s last will.
Now the hour for my soul is late,
no second chance; no new slate.
A pile of ash next to my ****.

Will songs be sung of hero’s tale?
How evil can no longer prevail?
Yet such tunes shall never reach my ears,
for in death one no longer hears.
Hidden from the living world beyond a veil.

To drift alone in this shade,
until consciousness begins to fade.
No hero’s banquet will I attend;
No afterlife of perfect blend.
Only of silence this kingdom is made.

No tomb shall mark my resting place.
No traveler will bow with honor or grace.
No maiden will lay down flowers.
Only stormy skies will offer showers;
No statue there, with likeness of my face.

For a time will lay my rusty shield
and hilt of sword I did boldly wield.
But long since my ashes have blown away
with wind and rain day after day,
my soul shall rove this lavender field.