Im not gonna lie
,

I came back to the Old Wood to
Find a silent place, like a good old cat should.

If the fire is gone from the hope dragons eyes,

Justice remains in but long lost
Unsung the treasures of a dragons heardh.
Still new things aplenty to consume,
Till hollow the glint of coin and soul.

Created a loophole for me to hide,
Of causual need, which now be undone.
Undone so long in the daily grind,
Left rather a path of my own hearts blood,
Dragons shall feast on the past.

I long since stopped caring. What remains is to FLY.