Another riddled chapter in the Legend of the Dragon and the Moth. Enjoy the metaphors even if you don't understand them.

See the Dragon
See him rise
Flash of light
He takes the skies
Shakes apart
His empty shell
Seeking heaven
Fleeing hell
Spins the shadows
Weaves the wind
From the ash
He calls his friend
Smokey moth
On paper wings
Loves his roar
Crowns him king
He claims the sky
By willful right
And gives his moth
A piece of Night
They ride the wind
Their hearts untamed
He lights her soul
With his red flames
Weaving dreams
That catch the stars
Drowning pain
In thin red scars
He gives his blood
Rainbows in red
She gives her tears
Jewels on a thread
Rushing flight
Mix joy and pain
Ringing laughter
Bleeding rain…

Dawn breaks Night
Sun spreads his rays
Dragon must rest
In Morning's haze
Leaves his moth
His shell returns
Leaves her with
The lust to burn
She waits in glass
For Night's sweet lure
To follow again
Her Dragon's roar