The Burning Black Dragon

The moon rises to see nothing Everything empty, with only the wind left Desolate despair reaches into an eternity Vanquished 'till death they part in the shadows The stench of death billows and furls Suffocating like a blinding fog Rolling in and out of consciousness I wander in this desolate I called ''home'' Now I look upon the wasted remains of things once familiar Love and hatred mix into one The burning desire to leave and never come back overcomes Will-power lost inside; buried beneath The sights I envision are all I have left Nothing exactly as it used to be We built upon everlasting sorrow Making new out of old and discarding the rest But as I dwell in ancient memories, I stop Something is missing in the dreams I encounter in sleep But there, the memory is uncovered in the blackened mist Now I may lose myself in never-awakening slumber...