He touches the scepter, bestowed Dragonbreath
Spits poetry into the air, throws flames into the night
The dragon forgets about dreams, licks the Lethe
This tyrant forbids anything to burn bright
Yet in his reluctant Solitude, enjoys Moonbathing
Sucked into silver splendor, its spell mesmerizing
A dance of moon andragon, smoke and silver
A burning bedlam presented to get a sliver
of selenic serenity, behind the veil of eternity
Out of the moonbath, she drapes a clandestine cloak
over his scaled back, covering his tail
He glides over the embers of time
Silver strands of smoke sigh their trail.