They sing sad songs of despair
But really they're stating the truth.
Their voices burn and the lyrics spew flames of scorched, raw feeling.
Like time travelling dragons stuck within the times of their past.
Still, could we never be free from the clutches of the magician that is love?
Colliding with illusion and striking emotion with such a forceful downward blow,
And the sword that is life,
Weighs every puppet down from the backstabbing that is the curse of violent negativity.
Nothing more can be done but to hope that the dragons will sing those songs of joy leaving the songs of ice and flame,
Coming together with the magician and removing his sword, giving every puppet in the world the crown and scepter of equality and the trophy of never ending peace.