Inspirational torture

A dragon spits as concious grows,
howling insults at its surroundings.
Wind whipping the scales,
the cold hardness protecting the heart.

Dreams containing deeds of honesty,
studded with the details of life.
A journey of purpose and fire,
ending with bitter cold frustration.

A child screams without words,
craving the touch of it's mother.
So many doors promise it's release,
but none deliver something to be found.

A presence lingers,
bringing with it a bone numbing chill.
Fear and panic are inspired,
but both are resisted.

Constant searching without result,
edging closer the point of maddness.
Doors of salvation and dambnation,
what will the next bring.