If and when, time reaches an end, and night, it covers the world.
Life turns around, death gains some ground, the Reaper's cloak unfurled.

The sun burns black, the moon shines bright, the shadows, they come alive.
No life untouched, fate's grip strengthens, humanity cannot survive.

The Dragon of red, his fur softly waving, the wind it carries his song.
The two beating hearts, a pair so old, but still they beat so strong.

He longs for the past, a time that is gone, her thoughts that carried him high.
The memories still linger, but the fear of that love, to choose death he would sooner try.

He cannot see there, to look would be cruel, two lovers locked in embrace.
Falling low over sea, a reflection staring back, tears streaming down his face.

Is this wrong to feel, these thoughts and dreams, a passing in night they shared?
Although condemned, so drawn were they, this love they should not have dared.

The power then wrought, his heart it stole, his life forever changed.
She was like no other, the impression placed there, his destiny, was rearranged.

Those moments between the two united, so close they were as one.
Their breaths exchanged, their hands then touched, the dream had finally come.

This dream so dark, it seemed so real, their only place to meet.
Her hunger strong, her eyes now wet, her lips so soft and sweet.

She pulled him near and softly cried, "My love, we cannot be.
Our paths not meant to join on this world, our will is not yet free."

He protests this claim, his breath now fast, his heart is racing on.
"If we're not meant to be as one, then dreams will write our song."

His dream and hers, the same they wanted, or so they both believed.
No heart could take the power brought forth this love they did conceive.

So strong it was, consuming both, their souls entwined as one.
To cleave these two would cause much pain, enough to quell the sun.

The moon rising high, the wind then howls, he knows what she will do.
Although her wish to love the man must die to see them through.

Her heart and his, become a pair, and settle side by side.
The Dragon red takes over man, and death comes on the tide.

Man and woman now joined inside, a life their thoughts now share.
The Reaper's blade, though sharp and swift, to Dragon cannot compare.

The battles rage through ice and fire, no end this crusade will know.
The Reaper's blade broken, his cloak now tattered, the Dragon's blood does flow.

Death swears revenge, their souls, he claims, are his and not their own.
The Dragon sneers with wings spread wide, his flames and anger grown.

The maelstrom brews and blood boils hot, the Dragon's eye upon his prey.
"Come hither foul beast, dance in my flames, it's time for us to play."

"Be cautious my friend, I am no fool, your anger has made you blind.
She does not care, she never did, her words were lies unkind."

The Red Dragon now quiet, looks inside, his course, her love will chart.
Her voice a whisper, "strike true my love, our hearts will never part".

The words told here, the Reaper's voice, all meant to cleave the pair.
Deceit, sedition, his empty threats, to love cannot compare.

"Although you claim, she loves me not, her voice is steady and low.
The bond we share is to strong to break", his eyes, a bright blue glow.

Then Charon speaks, his hood pulls back, a grinning skull revealed.
"No Dragon's hearts have ever won, nor caused my will to yield."

"This two you hold, so strong are they, the thoughts and dreams they share.
The river Styx cannot divide the mating of this pair."

The Otherkin Lord stands tall and true, his wings catch hold the wind.
"Beware ye Death, next time we meet, the tale will be your end."

As he sails aloft, to silent skies, Death then mutters low,
"The pain of the love that's holding you, is worse than I bestow..."

Is this a tale of hearts not real, just a dream of love's confusion?
Each one sees it different, but in the end..

we decide which is right and which is an illusion...