Static

The dragon glided through the city,
The moon illuminated the static world.
The world with all its desolateness;
It wasn't the world he has known,
And it still was the world he has known:
The moon shone over him.

The frore air colluded with its people,
The frigid ground helped them stand;
The dragon wondered if it's the same world?
And it still was the world he has known:
The moon shone over him.

He flew across the city, he saw the frozen trees:
At last a picture of his remembrance.
His final wish became a desire for permanency;
To feel secure among the lifeless trees.
The moon shone over him,

The world doesn't remember him anymore.