Savage Dragon Posted April 29, 2004 Report Share Posted April 29, 2004 The sun beat down on the figure alone Casting dark brooding shadows of pain His skin was hot, his lips were parched Waiting for a gust of wind that never came His eyes, they burned And torn were his hands He cared not for the world As he fell to the sand He still felt her lips Saw her eyes amid the haze He felt her soft touch But she was gone to the maze The maze of time The maze of mirrors He’d been lost for so long Alone with just his fears He slowly rolled over Facing the bare sky He closed his eyes for good It was his time to die Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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