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| The fact is we're all gonna die somday and we usually find our spirits stick around after. |
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In a forest
Dark and deep
A dragon rider
She did weep.
Next to here
A heap in the grass
Her dragon knew
His time had passed.
His wing was bent
His scales were worn
His rider hugged him
She knew to mourn.
Her tears of sorrow
Dappled his face
And his old out-beat heart
Began to race.
His vision did blur
He drew his last breath
His head fell down heavy
He knew it was death
The breeze ran through the valley
It made his belly sore
And not that it’s forgotten
The dragon knew no more.
Later on that evening
His spirit flew the skies
He found his saddened rider and
Dried her tear strung eyes
Even though his riders love
Made his sadness sear.
He knew he had to continue on,
So his spirit disappeared
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