The Song of The White Dragon



Oh,the heavenly breeze
sweeps over my wings.
As it carries me higher and higher
I think 'bout what the future brings.
Flying high, flying low
I disappear into an eternal night.
Before me the storm-clouds rage,
howling in a constant fight.
Earth I shall never see,
I've lost all the Power.
My heart breakes
under the weight of grief
as I'm rising higher and higher.

Anna Bicskei