In the middle of it all- a black fire burns,
The black fire engulfs all that set’s sight,
the flames disintegrate all that’s it’s told,
and the black fire is the key to it’s own end,

The black fire lives upon death,
the majesty’s death will end with it’s as well,
the Honored One owns the key,
the key to the lock to the Demon’s Palace,

In the bloody kingdom- may a pint of burning blood burn,
may the blood be flaming on the tough of the dragon,
cut down with slice of bronze sword,
In the middle of it all a pit of black fire burns,

The water flows down the dragon’s blood,
when the Honoured One commits the kill,
the blood may burn as the dragon’s anger is merciless,
a smoke-filled skull appears in the black fire,

The golden throne holds the Honoured One,
The Honoured holds his bronze sceptre,
he has the silver key in his eyes- encrusted in his iris,
one slip and I will stop burning.

Maybe Tartarus will put it’s fingers on me.
A bloody skull will appear above me,
my death has arose and my soul is now in torture,
I will be with the burning blood on the dragon’s tongue.


© Forgive and Forget