From his throne of molten gold
The twilight dragon rouses
To breathe white vapor.
Upon the countenance of conquerors
He gifts great ambition and grand dreams.
Tag: twilight
Scent
Your scent is a cage
On a deep twilight
I wear the coat
You left behind
Nightfall
Racing the sunset
A flock of pigeons fly home
Night rouses awake
RED GLADIOLA 