I am a secret hidden under the desert named Solitarus.
I was a whole dragon before I died
before I was separately from me
a lost part who made other parts.
Bound by my dreamer to leave his world,
to hide in a tiny library
and to steal the blue flames from the books
and transform them in my wings,
so I can be like a butterfly.


I was the only creature of the Unknown-Universe who did his own life,
or his own second life.
I have so many crystal globes and teapots,
with the pieces of my imagination.
Towers above the clouds,
with elves and dwarfs in war,
letters written by the Lords of the Candles
and stone angels of the past.
On my table, I have a ice rose,
with a hourglass as roots
the rose is my heart, so beautiful outside,
I finished her long time ago when
I started to create the reflexion of my sentiments,
the blue flames of the dragon.


I does not lived or even existed in the reality,
I was the dream of a simple man.
So I created me with the rags of the other dreams
from the minds of other humans who envisaged
only for a second, not for more
the blue flames of a dragon.