The Wise aren't always old,
The Young aren't always told,
What is right and what is wrong.
As they fly around
Dotting the skys
With their luminous color,
As Free as they believe.
They are watched,
they are hunted.
We are watched,
We are hunted.
The Dragon Riders.
No one knows how true the old poem is.
No one wants to.
Think I might make that into a roleplay? ^^
The Young aren't always told,
What is right and what is wrong.
As they fly around
Dotting the skys
With their luminous color,
As Free as they believe.
They are watched,
they are hunted.
We are watched,
We are hunted.
The Dragon Riders.
No one knows how true the old poem is.
No one wants to.
Think I might make that into a roleplay? ^^
