dragon of the wisdom old.
Come ye to my fireside,
soft and silent as the tide.
Telling me of silver moonbeam rides,
high into the starlit sky.
With my love, my dragon, at my side.
Silver Storm Caller
Darkness, Shadows, Silence.
All concealing what is in the night.
Look deeper, penetrate the darkness
and see what lurks in the dark.
A sight beyond reality lurks there.
A sight many fear, a dragon in full glory stands,
waiting to be heard.
Many fight it, fearing the unknown.
Knowing not what they do.
The dragon does not fight.
Wisdom guiding its thoughts.
Death comes to the dragon.
Yet it lives still in the heart,
which will never forget what it felt
when the dragon was there.
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