Lyrics
He finds the higher, blackened cave,
That sings the ancient note.
He turns from warmth that cannot save,
To let the echo float.
The downward wind is heavy now,
The rain begins to beat his brow.
His freezing fingers lose their grip,
Upon the dragon's scale they slip.
A breath of falling, lost in grey,
The solid ground is blown away.
Caught in cloud, not on stone,
He is never dropped alone.
The dark wing folds to catch his fall,
A brother's chest, a living wall.
The dark wing folds against the grey,
To block the boy who slips away.
A gentle claw secures his belt,
The steady, beating heart is felt.
They find the den and golden light,
His shaking knees survive the night.
His glowing daggers, green and blue,
His white bone bow has made it through.
The singing pass is far behind,
The campfire offers quiet grace.
On the dragon's back, they find,
The safest, warmest resting place.
A breath of falling, lost in grey,
The solid ground is blown away.
Caught in cloud, not on stone,
He is never dropped alone.
The dark wing folds to catch his fall,
A brother's chest, a living wall.
On the dragon's back, they fly...
Caught within the open sky.