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My Dragon

 

There is a dragon somewhere

that upon my thoughts doth feed.

Its horns are buit from fear

Its golden scales from greed

Its fire is formed  from  anger

Its smile is built from pride

Its claws are built from envy

Passion fills inside.

Its wings are buil from

     faithlessness

Its brain from cunning made

Its heart is built from selfishness

Its feet in hatred laid.

 

And when I meet my dragon

In some far off place and time

Will I loath it and detest it

And thus repeat my crimes.

or will I begin to woo it

With  love and strong compassion

[ its not responsible for its faults

And the nature of its fashion. ]

 

Will Ill be kind and gentle

Will I be patient with its flaws

Even as it burns me

And tears me with its claws?

 

Yes, Ill be kind and gentle

Yes, Ill be patient with its

       flaws

Even  as it burns me

And tears me with its claws.

I know the flames cant last

When theyre not with anger fed.

I know the claws unclasp

When it with love is led.

And thus my fearful dragon

Will be remade anew

Into a  noble prince

A helpmate strong and true.

 

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