the game is set to win for gold,
as the dragons watch being of times of old,
they open their eyes when a battle is won,
clapping regardless when anything is done,
the younger dragon seeks to impress the elder king,
flying around for the gauntlet folding his wing,
swooping under the castle bridge and over the hill,
while another dragon follows behind with a skill,
blowing a flame to ignite a tree ahead,
distracting the younger dragon being mislead,
knocking him down with a swing of his tail,
the gauntlet is won with the younger dragons fail,
laying on his side at the track near the end,
the other dragon returns to show he is a friend,
learn from the mistakes to make your skills good,
with that the younger dragon stands but understood.

they came and took away his family while he slept under the tree,
his home burned and evidence of them taken that he can see,
taking his tools left sitting on the ground,
hammering together weapons with each metal smashing sound,
an axe, a sword, a spear, for each horses print a weapon to use,
knowing who they were and knowing his family is suffering the abuse,
he looks at the sharp edges of his blades,
as the smoke of his burning home fades,
darkness falls as his mind goes over the horrors he might find,
the road is long as he tracks in the dark going over things in his mind,
reaching the fort made of stone and wood shaped into the rock,
first he approaches the gate giving it a gentle tapping knock,
someone opens the small peephole to see who is there,
he is stabbed in the eye leaving him standing with a blank stare,
using another tool he climbs over the gate to the other side,
coming to another guard giving him the swords sharp blade a slide,
throwing a knife hitting another guard in the throat,
he walks to the dungeons still with weapons in his coat,
using his axe and cutting into the head of another guard,
then finally he kills the last barehanded choking him hard,
his family sit in the dungeons waiting for him to arrive,
as he takes them home again thankful they are alive.

little girl in white night dress holds a lamp out from her face,
hearing the sounds from below at midnight of her place,
the parents away for the night to gather food for the week,
she walks down the steps of the old home making them creak,
the light from her lamp flickers shapes of evil in her mind,
as the feeling creeps up on her like someone is behind,
turning around to see nothing there as the wind blows,
with a tapping of the blinds making a sound that she knows,
closing the window after settling down the lamp to the floor,
just as she shuts and locks the window thinking nothing more,
something moves outside among the bushes large and white,
she cannot see through the deep darkness of the night,
frozen in fear for a moment she picks up the lamp in her hand,
holding out up to the window as the creature begins to stand,
seeing the light as she sees its face screaming in terror at its eyes,
running up the stairs and under the bed covers she cries,
hearing the sounds of it screaming getting further away,
she never told her parents about this event the next day.

obsession is the key that unlocks the dungeon door,
out comes the bullshit and lies with heaps more,
said words from the levels above to bring into the light,
but the power of the fantasy keeps it dark as night,
giving little hints to come join in on the feast,
but the word is No from down there to say the least,
i take my own meal and bring it down to the deep,
hearing the sounds of crying wondering why a weep,
placing the plate down then a loud echoing scream,
not wanting any sympathy from me it would seem,
then comes a day when all is happy above,
everyone is talking good and full of love,
while this happens the sounds are heard below,
as i don't give it a second thought or begin to follow.

wings of rainbow feathers spread across,
landing on the rocks coated with green moss,
small fish swim through the slow stream,
lit into the crystal by a sunlight beam,
balls of light swirl around in the dark places,
as the night falls they show between the spaces,
stars of the night keep the forest alive with sound,
the smallest of animals run along the ground,
morning dew causes a drip of water to swell,
from the end of a leaf letting go as it fell,
trails of ants line the logs of a fallen tree,
through a gap in the branches we can see,
snow on the mountains with a castle near,
with the morning fog moving in to make it disappear.

whats in the garden but flowers and bees,
whats in the kitchen but biscuits and cheese,
where is my shirt in the wash for the day,
where is everyone as they have gone far away,
when do i find them waiting here alone,
when does it all happen after the ringing phone,
why do i wait here if i know they don't return,
why in the hell does this become my concern,
with the sun setting across the clear sky,
with nothing i remain here on the verge of a cry.

Sands mix from salted waves in the ocean,
rolls of wonder through them with loving devotion,
pressing lips against another during sunset tide,
pink and purple sky seen so far and wide,
hinting clouds of various shapes scatter the blue,
back down to the green forest where i met you,
running down the paths and cracks turning white,
glowing in trails against the star lit sky of the night,
rushing sounds break the silence passing the rocks,
being the key i placed within your heart it unlocks.

the blood pumps around inside making veins tight,
in the darkest of the hours through the middle of the night,
pulsing swirls of red bring more life to your soul,
the breathing in and out making your body whole,
with water inside pressing out in sweats from the skin,
reaching to the stars to bring down new life within,
swimming with a tail to the middle of the ball shaped shell,
like the creation of all from the wand casting a giving spell,
the blood now pumps around the veins of more than one,
as life begins the same way for all and it is also fun.

believing in something pretend is nice,
but contradicting yourself comes back twice,
ahead we all go but people like you make us stop,
make us sad on purpose when fake tears drop,
sickness a lie with false hopes said,
stayed up talking when should have been in bed,
so what was the lie and what was the truth told?,
maybe i don't care as its getting all too old,
be true to yourself and then others will be to you,
this is the lesson i am teaching your mind too,
i didn't want to know but now i found it all,
as this is the reason for this friendship to fall.
say I'm the liar about what our friendship was,
but the show is over and this is your applause.

school boys hang in their groups across the field,
as one throws an orange and the other side uses his bag as a shield,
an apple is thrown and misses only hitting the tree,
throwing more fruit across and laughing when one is hit in the knee,
picking up sticks to peg causing one side to duck,
they run out of ammunition hearing a reversing truck,
a pallet of bricks delivered and lowered to the ground,
they all stare motionless not even looking around,
the most insane of the group takes a brick,
after dropping a small useless stick,
pushing the brick through the air,
not wondering where it lands or to care,
it hits and bursts into sharp pieces that fly,
parts hit the other group luckily not hitting in the eye,
they take the pieces and throw back hard,
as one gets his leg cut mildly with a shard,
another brick goes flying overhead,
as the people around remain still with dread,
hitting and exploding it breaks scattering parts,
then one group runs in when the swearing starts,
hand to hand with combat skills taken from tv with a pg rating,
hitting and pushing with a battle of rivalry hating,
leaders of the groups fight over minor things,
as the cut on the leg turns red and stings,
eventually the bell rings and they all stop,
fists held up now begin to drop,
they continue on with their day,
waiting for tomorrow to continue the same way.