~Shades of Gold~

~Mournful Dragon Emit to the Heavens~

The fire that lays within,
Is dying within his skin.
Sorrowful Dragon, has hushed its wails,
Petty cries ceased, breath then used on tales.

That poor old Dragon knows the time,
For he knows he's no longer in his prime.
He has know for many long years,
Soon his knowledge may only be fears.

Tearful Dragon, how he wishes for more.
For that Dragon was once cheerful before.
He wishes his end was not near,
He wanted to not be so austere.

He divulges into detailed fables,
The stories that turn the tables.
He laughs at the worst of times,
And he lies about all his crimes.

Poor old Dragon, ease your soul,
Easy old Beast, you've done your role.
Your time is near, do not fret,
Not one more year, show no regret.

The God of the Beasts awaits you,
Your old soul shall soon be so new.
But your legends shall never die,
As long as Dragons roam the sky.

Don't be sad my dear friend,
I understand you're at your end.
I shall follow very soon,
In this lovely forenoon.

Mournful Dragon, Emit to the Heavens,
Continue your quest, half past seven.
Follow me into the place, a day after yesterday,
I was going to show you the day before dawn, anyway.