Dedicate this poem to a special friend that dissappear into a mist
Gliding trough an autumn wind of eve
With a fleeting scroll of sunset pining crimson
To follow a stir of dusk in solace of peace
So sad as rustling leaves fell to the ground
To decay and decompose
Soaring into pure moon above
Knocking at heaven’s door
With grief and sorrow so unbearable
As tears rolling down to the earthly floor
transforming into raindrops of life
As tears of a wounded dragon
A lost friend of beloved
Over the dragon’s lair
Where to find you?
How I could a dragon be chased?
How could a dragon in agony be saved?
Mournful roars echoed
Over oceans and skies
An anguished heart within a dragon cries
Where to find you?
When there’s no trail to follow
Nothing but distant woes
Nothing but constant tears
Within the cascading spell of rain
that revived the garden of life
Where to find you?
My dragon…
How to call you?
My wanderer…
How to break you free
from a magic spell of nothingness
how an arrow could reach you?
to pull you back into safe haven
into the dragon's lair
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