ghost town

My tongue is hard and black,
Swallowing these words like hot coals.
And my stomach is a pit of ash
Like a ghost town filled with ghouls.

If pencil lead could shoot instead
Of fire from my throat,
I'd write your name in silver flame
Upon a golden scroll.

But I'm breathing out destruction
And I've lost the sacred book.
The ghost town of a dragon,
Still, I'll find you in the smoke.