Passing on the Street

Surely, there's another world
Where you and I are still young,
Bearing none of the broken scars
Of this bitter life.
I knew you there.  I saw you.
Both of us smiling.

The Dragon

My sword, my sole companion,
You've watched me through the winters,
Through the long nights,
The summers and the spring.
And so, in this hour, I know I won't be abandoned.
We'll ride for glory, for the homeland,
And for the king.

And I know, the spirits above me,
The ones that hate me, ones that love me,
In their sleep they count the days
Till I ride for home,
And though I hate to keep them,
My enemies, I must defeat them,
Till the last of their graves is overgrown.

So, on the field of battle,
I'll ride out tall and cast a shadow,
Bearing teeth, bearing metal,
The path before me sweeping clear.
Some have called me The Dragon,
Others a nightmare, many have spoken
Their last words for me to hear.

My sword, my final companion,
Stay with me now in the darkness,
Beside my armor, beside my shield
Laid across my chest.
I knew that I'd never be more than a phantom,
Never take a wife, or be a husband,
And only now can I find rest.