A.P.D.

Sell-sword on the back of a horse,
Seradating serpents with opposing force
Feel the weight of his pride, by the look in his stride

Until he met a Dragon, weathered in time
Better where a sweater or his icy breath will shatter your spine

Arthur Pen Dragon
Arthur Pen Dragon

I hope you find, some, where to hide
Frozen by the rivet in his wandering eye
Feel the weight of his stare, by the chill in the air

Will he feed the dragon?
Blade of his knife
Or will he feed the dragon as the final silhouette of his life?

Arthur Pen Dragon
Arthur Pen Dragon



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Wensel
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