If it’s Dragons

If it’s dragons you want then it’s dragons you’ll get

It’s the fire you’ll feel on the back of your neck

It’s the thump of the wings you’ll hear in your sleep

It’s the smell of burnt flesh in your nostrils you’ll get

When you ask for the dragons to come to you

If it’s dragons you want it’s the smoke that you’ll breathe

It’s the screams that echo in the night when you stare

At the sky and beg it to forgive you

It’s the death-shadow that blocks out the sun

When you’re trying to forget what became of you

If it’s dragons you want then it’s death that you’ll touch

It’s cold hands that’ll lay on your brow

It’s cold skin that you’ll feel lying still beneath

It’s cold ash that will fall from the sky on the day

You admit that it’s over and let yourself fall

If it’s dragons you want

The dragons are already here