Lyrics
Through broken stone he left the ogre chase,
And found a ruined, long-forgotten place.
He holds his bow of ivory dragon bone,
Two daggers, blue and green, beside the stone.
The wooden shelves have fallen like a herd,
Where passing guards will never hear a word.
He licks the final crumbs of traveling bread,
The pale bow warm beneath his coat instead.
A lantern glows beyond the hanging door,
He waits upon the dusty, shadowed floor.
No sudden strike, no battle to be won,
A quiet shadow hiding from the sun.
The broken window leaves the chamber stark,
His only shelter, silence in the dark.
He reads of mushrooms growing on the stone,
And leaves the milky, poison caps alone.
He eats the safe ones slowly in the cold,
Just as the elder dragons always told.
He dries the healing caps upon the sill,
And lets the rat run by him, keeping still.
A dented helmet catches falling rain,
He drinks the sky and feels alive again.
He dreams of family in the mountain mist,
The dragon den where summer winds have kissed.
He seeks a way beyond the borders stark,
Salvation or the dark.
A lantern glows beyond the hanging door,
He waits upon the dusty, shadowed floor.
No sudden strike, no battle to be won,
A quiet shadow hiding from the sun.
The broken window leaves the chamber stark,
His only shelter, silence in the dark.
Still trapped inside, he breathes without a look,
And reaches for another fallen book.