The Dark Armed Dragon
Leaving in ruins everything it's past
Mourning and wailing
It's trail, 'tis true, the dragon was here
...
On a bright morning, my back
kissed my bed the last
and out, my feet decide
To journey in the open
...
Which was to be hearkened to
That which whispered mendacious peace
Or the voice through paths leading east
The first dug graves for conceptions
...
The rose that lived by the lake
At dawn she bloomed, she wakes
For humanity, for beauty's sake
The rose that lived by the lake
...
Beneath the red rhythmic
organ is the balancing
Blood processing unit
Process metabolizing
...
Does his reinforced concrete framework
that provides the firmness he needs
explain what he actually means?
What makes up a human being?
...
Bloom of floral life halts at utter gloom
Lives sleep, nevertheless lives come alive
At the break of night, the day of the groom
...
Die Another Day
The Dark Armed Dragon
Leaving in ruins everything it's past
Mourning and wailing
It's trail, 'tis true, the dragon was here
Invaded
To take one untimely, the beast
Doesn't heed petitions nor pleas
As it creeps with a sneer
With arms we charge
Yet it prevails, with ways so arcane
Again leaves it trail
Scornfully exists as it came
Time heals
We learn to live with the odds
But our hearts still long
For that one the beast took away
Our wishes, our thoughts
Two more decades, we'd be glad
If only he had
To Die Another Day