Pale Moon, Silver Thorns
On the darkest nights,
the Pale Moon shines
The beasts and dragons dance
to the whips as a performance.
The tamers bear the silver thorns
like crowns if not hidden horns,
the sign of allegiance to their mistress,
The one and only Dragon Empress.
The crack of whips is her melody,
the silver thorns that sting beautifully.
The dragons courtesy at her feet,
in affectionate, subjugating defeat.
And on the darkest nights,
the Pale Moon shines.
Beasts and dragons dance
So spare yourself a deathly glance.