Dragon to Dearest

Signs and symbols can't convey
the feelings flaming behind bars,
when this cage turns to a furnace
perhaps I'll share this flame of ours.

If one day I break free
you will hear my tortured cries,
your new knights will flee
at the flame of my sigh.

My cry for love
mistaken for rage,
sends me back
into my cage.

So treat me like a wild beast
slay me for your victory,
run me through the streets of Greece
use my wings to sail the sea.

Sulking on my pile of bronze
reminds me of your chestnut hair,
never was a fan of gold
plus I couldn't find it anywhere.

If one day I break free
you'll hear my cries,
your new knights will flee
at the flame of my sigh.

My cry for love
mistaken for rage,
sends me back
into my cage.

Princess won't you send for me
just call and I'll appear
till then I'll guard your castle gate
and dodge your iron spears

Maybe I'm a monstrous thing
but you have seen my gentle side
I hope that you find love again
somewhere beneath my scaly hide






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