Legends
If dragons are figments of imaginationFrom another place and another timePassed down through generations of oral tradition,Shall I keep you a secretThat I hold in the palm of my handKept only for one lifetimeBut will live on in splendor longAfter my last breath escape my lungs?Let me be your wingsAnd let me be the fire in your bellyThe storm we take to conquer the worldIf all the warmth there isIs the heat imprisoned betweenOur palms when we hold handsUntil all the legends of our time fade to oblivionSave for the myth we keep aliveIn the stories we whisper to ourselvesOne lifetimeForevermore.