Dragon Eyes

His eyes ablaze with living flame,
He watches without stirring.
The curse had come,
The winds have changed.
The Dragon sits unmoving.

Silence echoes through my mind.
His stare is never ending.
Call forth the sun,
Deny the moon.
Time shifts to new beginings.

An ocean made of sand is sinking
While blackened night turns deathly gray.
From the ashes
He emerges,
Eyes lit with blue, immortal pain.

He rises up and spreads his wings,
Two webs of woven gold.
He stands there proud,
His armor strong.
Yet his withered soul is old.

He breaths cold fire as he speaks.
His stare chills my mortal heart.
His fangs are sharp.
His tongue is death.
My fading song he breaks apart.

My music could not calm his wrath
Nor could arrow pierce his hide.
His scales are made
Of silver bright.
His wind could turn the tide.

In anger he takes to his flight,
His cry sounds in the air.
With bright eyes
He shares with me
Thoughts mortals would not dare.