The rose gold dragon roars, and spills
Wings as white as winters chills.
A thousand tiny specks of snow
Fly undecided, high and low
Disappearing one by one
Beneath the shadow of the sun
A raven cries from down below
A raucous cry like feet through snow
A glaring tale of hope long gone
He stops to think, and lurks along
Pacing 'round and chasing tails
So much thought to no avail
Deep within, a tiger lies,
With pale white fur, but molten eyes
Forever closing. Nearing death,
With one last cry, with one last breath
Can't save himself, and fades away
To all the other's deep dismay
