He is sick.He does not know it.Generations upon generations of illnessOnly to be exacerbated by the madness.He will never be rid of it.The madness is as fusedAs the flesh of his bones,The gold in his nest.Time is an enemy,But it is time that heals.Wounds forgotten but scarred in the heartThat barely beats for itself.But it beats for her,the one who is to rip him apart.The love he holds dear will kill and save him,Will redeem and lay him to waste.Every tear she shedsWill be returned to him tenfolds.Willful wrongsCannot be escaped.The way out is back inside, mad dragon king.Will he let fate control himOr will he take control of his fate?He is not the savior here.He is the villain.But there is hope for himLike there is for all.Your hope is in the handsOf the savior.The enemy.
He is sick.He does not know it.Generations upon generations of illnessOnly to be exacerbated by the madness.He will never be rid of it.The madness is as fusedAs the flesh of his bones,The gold in his nest.Time is an enemy,But it is time that heals.Wounds forgotten but scarred in the heartThat barely beats for itself.But it beats for her,the one who is to rip him apart.The love he holds dear will kill and save him,Will redeem and lay him to waste.Every tear she shedsWill be returned to him tenfolds.Willful wrongsCannot be escaped.The way out is back inside, mad dragon king.Will he let fate control himOr will he take control of his fate?He is not the savior here.He is the villain.But there is hope for himLike there is for all.Your hope is in the handsOf the savior.The enemy.