The dragon is dead 
His breath of fire no more
It is hard to believe
Though I had been warned
Oracles and signs
I thought I could story him back to life
I was not that powerful 
My words were cloaked by dark magic
So he didn't know what they meant 
My love was not stronger than his belief 
I was the mother of dragons 
And the sacrificial goat 
It was destiny 
I choke
Why do the 
The same stories play
 over and over 
Even our salvation is
on repeat.
I had hoped when I saw the claws
Digging into the ground that they were merely stuck in time, moving slowly, centuries at least. 
But it is not so.
It is their death I have seen
Their time here is at an end.