Birth of a Dragon

Had someone through my simple life,
told me I'd walk the path of might,
I would have laughed and called him sick,
for dreams like this aren't humans right.

Was content then with what I had,
to hold life's hardships firm at bay.
To care for my own love and child,
till came along this fateful day.

For endless heat boils now in me,
created by the ancient mark.
"Where is it from?", I ask myself,
that thing that tears my soul apart.

Oh how it burns, it brings me pain,
but firm I am to save my soul,
will falter not and not submit,
will foil it's plans, for thats my role.

I hear the voices of the first,
they tear like razors through my mind.
The secrets hidden, ancient truths,
that are forbidden to my kind.

They tell me how to call the storm,
command the flame, speak to the earth.
To sing my musings to the sea,
to let her give destruction birth.

Oh please, release me from my pain,
the words I do not want to know,
that kill and maim and rip all life
and let creation to me bow.

"My will is strong, I will not fail",
I tell myself without belief,
my will is void against such might,
no dusk or dawn will bring relief.

I see the making of the world
and how the first ones came to be,
the beasts that know not how to love,
of mercy sweet their minds are free.

The second children of the world,
were bound then by the first ones might.
To please their masters was their life,
no will did they posess to fight.

But now I see the first great war,
that brought death to the masters old,
their slaves found courage within them
and faced the godlike, strong and bold.

I see them steal their masters might
and tear apart the ancient world,
though countless deaths the mortals died,
to death's halls were the masters hurled.

And when the first war was at end,
the masters all were dead and slain.
Their might and knowledge was destroyed,
to never bring the New Ones pain.

And then I see the deeds so grave,
of the last one of the masters old,
it put the seed of cold revenge,
in the mortals that had fought so bold.

This seed of cold and harsh revenge,
was passed from father down to child,
through unknown ages, countless years,
to bring now back the first ones wild.

"Spare us please", I plead and cry,
to the seed that now has finished growth.
But no mercy knows the wretched thing,
will not break it's cruel oath.

But now I cry and shout in pain,
as I'm changed by the seal,
bones are ripped and mend again,
till I fit this new mind's will.

And the world around me I once knew,
erupts in fires hot and dread,
the cries of my loved one and child,
short and puny, they join the dead.

And the city where my old self lived,
is now a black and lifeless plain,
I do not care, feel no remorse,
am content and I know no shame.

I open my maw, cry to the world,
the mother from which my fathers came,
it greets me now it's newborn child,
splits and shakes and calls my name.

I spread my wings and leave the ground,
to rule the kingdom thats now mine,
the mortals that now see my form,
fall to their knees and start to whine.

Revenge I'll bring now to you all,
to end your petty days of mirth,
Hundreds of you for one of mine.
Fear and dread the dragon's birth.

-- Fear the dragons, for their minds are unkown to us.