The Dragons Call
By Anthony Edwards
I listen and I wonder, if what I think is truly me
Creating and inventing all the hopes that keep me free
I have to stop and ask myself, is it really me at all
Or is it just an echo, when I hear the dragons call
Are the plans that I’ve invented still the ones I follow through
Or are they but a mirrored image of what I hoped to do
Do I have myself to blame, when at last I fail and fall
Am I just another victim who answered the dragons call
Is it any wonder that a man can live like this
Pursuing useless treasure thinking every dream is his
Till at last in his accounting, walking down that long dark hall
The very light that guided him, the fiery dragons call
To serve one’s self is smoke, a thick and choking mist
And the reward is but a serving of the taste of Judas’ kiss
Perhaps it’s best to chase the light, no matter how far or small
Than to be consumed by fire should I face the dragons call
