Wingless Dragon

There they are, the birds of prey In their ever-morbid flight A fiery current in their wake On they soar through the night Below them the seas of souls Seeking death, yet finding none Without wings, gone afoul Too blind to see the inner sun Graveyards of spirit black and vast Stretch across our mothers fields For the human races past Away by our father sealed Their son, the prince holds the key Behind his mask, in his essence To opening the eyes to see Through the terror of his presence On their path to oblivion Lacking virtue, lacking will Devoid of chance to ascension Are the dragons without wings