Skylen2012

A noble beast crawls its way up the ledge. Driven by its resolute determination and will-power, claws scraps stone as he ascends over the edge and onto a brittle perch.  The creature -- there's courtesy in his eyes and a storm in his heart -- grips himself to the rock on which he stands.  Scales flatten and his head curves back; he gazes toward the sky with an unforgettable expression passion expressing his face as it courses through him.  He raises his wings holding this stance, and he pauses.  The flames rise in this moment, and just before he is burned, the dragon roars and sets off a-flight into the sunset kingdom, a freedom in his will.

For the last time I hesitated to say this, I'll have to strike a match now.  It could be enough to say that your will to believe that it is possible to see things happen between a connection that simmered and refired itself, and I wish I could witness some of it again, but who can?  The future reels overhead and underfoot, and tomorrow isn't a blessing, its a chance.  I have thought about what could have happened to the point where my house of cards fell, breaking down piece by piece and they obstruct by damage.  I once found something that I've been looking to find for so long.  You can't wrap it up, look at it, or even feel its texture, but

The pitched circle that is poverty The black street shining Some kind of hope From its yellow gleam Yeah, I've been there I've gone to dangerous ends To prove myself Until my face was wiped Of all the pleasant memories I had before Until the moral of the glare In my eyes Has breathed Nothing but Monstrosity