Vanity Dreams I
Ash colored skies with rain,
skyscrapers glaring at the river.
Windows rocking to and from,
high winds in the sixty miles an hour range.
Standing above the world,
a dark smile covered with rain.
Basking in the moment of silence,
lips slightly move the words of prayer.
Rising to power from the knees,
a servant from the underworld.
Flashing color of danger in hazel eyes,
jet black mane across his shoulders.
Entrusted with a scroll from Babylon,
watching the clouds release their anger.
The strokes of a painter in heartache,
a titter on the rooftop.
Praising the abyssal dragon,
plans hidden in his heart.
A king of a world in fire,
waiting with a hushed heart.
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