Embrace the apricot mist, and the breath of the dragons fire,

Its not a Nightmare, but a Mystical desire,

In the between times, when day fades into night,

careful of the fairy crossing, there is no return.

Embrace the apricot mist, and the touch of the Dragons fire.

Dragons breath with dance on your skin like the afternoon sun.

Sit by the fire, pixies telling stories.

Dragon wings and pixie dust, forever lost in the forest.

In between world, playing with fire.