Fire Dragon

In a haze of brilliant waves of red,
Where clouds of fire roll over your head,
In swirls of golden, flames of blood,
Through burning hells, lies a God.

In a throne of ashes, swriled with gold,
He keeps the world from growing cold.
And with a single ashen breath,
He brings life.
He brings death.

His eyes are golden orbs of light,
He keeps one closed throgout the night.
And, watching over, near and far,
His scales are made of crystal stars.

Seconds, he waits, yet decades go by,
Lighting the world, burning the sky.
And for freedom, he yearns, a craving, a need.

Waiting for the day he'll be finally freed.