Fiery mass tumbles to the ground,
The building collapses and everyone dies...
Through the forest of trees,
That sway in the wind...
Rage perching on death itself,
In the form of a dragon...
Above the clouds high in the sky
There was one fortress of great size...
[A pale ode from my teenage years to Moorcock's...
A thousand worlds have I seen...
In my world
dragons fly and fairies live...
Linger longer, dearheart mine,
And warm me with your form...
Forced to smile,
All those kisses that can't be mine...
The one I guarded was now gone,
No longer training on the lawn...
Down another pill, take another hit
Chug the bottle, just once more...
Your body aches my mind,
gently and violently...
She rode into the village,
One a horse as black as night...