the poet

She wears red, colour like no other
Hair like fire, yet all flame, she'll smother
In all universe, she alone has my heart
And for her, of it, I'll dearly depart

My dying body, my dying soul
Left alone, to wither like ghoul
Yet I cry no tears of sorrow
For there will be a better tomorrow

I'm but a dragon, shade of the man
She's my phoenix, bird of a magical land
Because of her, all I should do, I can
She holds out, yet I take not her hand

Where I go, I should
She can't follow
I walked the way I could
She's filled, I'm hollow

Try as she might, there's just no way
I have no reason to stay
Let her spread her wings and be free
In my death I can finally have some sleep...