Hearts of dragons rest on the blades of Knights
Dripping blood deep in red remorse and death
No life giving birth to the children of hope
As I stare deep into the wishing well taking back my dreams and coins
Left alone begging for bread formed as compliments
Feeding the black birds of winter’s cold breast
As the ravens circle anxiously awaiting the death of our innocence
I’ve left my hopes and dreams in the hands of fools and harlots
I’ve been taken from a path less followed into a forest of nightmares
Giving up piece by piece of my broken heart I’ve traveled lustfully
Looking for the dreams you tore away from my shackled hands
Praying to the preying gods who part with wisdom for the price of our children
and you walking away the harlot sleeping with the fool
