Blur

Black and white the marks they fly
Up into the sky so high
Dragon’s breath and creatures vile
Heros laugh with toothy smile

Long ago or just last week
Romantic tales make my knees weak
And deep dark dungeons hold the clue
To cross the river riddle me too

By the fire burning bright
On some cold dreary winter’s night
Summer afternoon I spy
A young lad lazing eying the sky

A stout companion standing nigh
When stuck at home cough syrup by
Or at the end of day
Asleep with glasses akimbo that way

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