RAVEN ARCHER

There is a black throne,
On top of the highest hill.
That’s made up of stones,
Guarded by two beasts.

Surrounded by warmth,
Underneath the crater.
My dragon is beside me,
Where I feel much safer.

Long staircase,
Lava has them in.
They always scream,
Giving me such bliss.

The guards stand tall,
Their faces are dark;
The spears are sharp,
They bite they don’t bark.

The sky lights me up,
The moon and the sun.
A mirror of my own,
How sweet we are one.

I sit on my black throne,
It’s one of my homes.
I can be where I want,
I am always free to roam.

Raven Archer.