Between the Bitter

Just Moments between the bitter Every foot of the mountain I climb On the ledge the snake does slither Nibbling litlle bits of my mind Each day I grow closer To the place I don't want to find For what am I just a little older And nothing really changes in the passing time For everything that is taken Just leaves an even bigger hole And whats left is forsaken Because in dead soil nothing will ever grow As for winter with it's sun turning cold Warmth only comes from the dragons fire Which burns up the story never told Lost in the smoke of the unforgiven Liar....