Do you hear her?
She calls you home.
She beckons with her stark hand.
She calls you home.
Her whisper is sweet enough to bring you to your knees.
Her bossom is cold, and her ribs are empty of anything that made her once a human being.
But she calls you home.
And if you slip into her embrace you are surely lost, to the depravity she offers with your soul the cost.
But..she calls you home.
The rocks fell away, and in the rocks was the heart of a dragon. The heart of a prince.
As she craddled the heart, her feet clutching the mountain, she realized this was just were it begins.