Dragon's Midnight Tree

Oh, My dear, sweet Dragon
What do you want of me?
For there is nothing left to want

My mind is soil
And your words are seeds
Embedded in my brain
This knowledge is ours

Twisted plants of secrets
And vines of shared thoughts

I wish to wish
Dreams of life
Life that would be scarce
No one to speak to
Just me, alone, in my very own mind.

Oh, My very own Dragon.
What do you have to give me,
That I don't already want?
Knowledge I have of Love is tainted.

Touch is branded in my senses
But oddly I can't feel you
in my heart.

You're absent,
You've left a life of lies.

With my sacred Magyck

I know of all
your evil ties.

I know all your secrets,
For you've planted them in me.
They're embedded
with a loving thought

In it's very own

Dragon's Midnight Tree.