Poem: Music of dragons
Music of dragons
Poem by Noiratblack
Dark is the voice, darker,
much more than you think.
It is bright, stronger,
bringing earth do shake.
Singing, through the night.
Singing, the moon is so bright.
Singing, dark clouds appear.
Singing, a voice reach your ear.
Light is the flute, gentle,
like the soft wind,
with this voice, just monumental,
like earth, behind the air.
Playing, through the day.
Playing, the sun blinds from far away.
Playing, the wind blows strong.
Playing, a soft music with them among.
Deep is the piano, standing in the forest,
Sending his music between the trees,
Lively all seems, even the flying dust,
Like fire between earth and air.
Playing, through the evening.
Playing, 'cause of the music life is breathing.
Playing, let us show you the earth.
Playing, and listen. It is it worth.
Between the forest, a dragon,
Singing, through night and day,
Peace everywhere, take a seat, listen,
to a voice you will never again hear.
Between the trees, another smaller one,
Playing the flute, through the wind.
His breath seems never done.
Listen to the wind.
And there a third is,
Playing the piano, wonderful and quick,
And the great dragon says,
Oh, another guest, sit down, relax.
Listening, to the song,
Listening, to the notes never wrong
Listening, to the three dragons,
and dream...