There’s a heavy mist today
Distorting all to its misty way
Things come and go, you don’t know
And things you see, just might not be

They say this soup is dragon’s breath
The last gasp at the doors of death
An attempt to deny that he exists
He hides from death among the mists

Deep down he knows the end is near
Life long brave but now there’s fear
Aggression gone, thoughts, desire
A sigh now, where once was fire

When passion went it left regret
Time badly spent is now a debt

Frank McNie