Still waters run deep
Without the movement of a creek
Reflections on the wave
Inexistence from the grave
Through the window, the light
Fills the room with bright
The candlelight still lingers
In the background of the fingers
And the Dragon breathes
To the night that grieves
And replace the day
In mourning pray
His wings spread wide
And accept the night with pride
Still the candles cry their wax
Making the last dragon mask
