To introduce the Dragon:
The Dragon's made of dreams
That fly from love to fancy
And fly from there to madness
It doesn't have a form
That one can view as whole
But when its breath reveals
The sadness in his heart
The Dragon will begin
To offer up its service
And incarnate a world
Of pure feast and frenzy
A world that has no truth
Or honor, like our own
Just thoughts, and lies, and dreams
That wait there for the waking
The dreaming is dissolving
The will to conquer it
The dream will kill the Lion
While belching Dragon's breath
The Dragon's dream is flying
Upon the wings of fate
It's killing all before it
And slaughtering the wicked
He dreams the Dragon's triumph
Upon his feeble efforts
To feed the drowsy fire
With funny little pills
Draconic doom approaches
The pleasant lands of love
Without a will to wither
And not a shame in shelter
The pleasant part has passed
Beyond the mire of winter
The Dragon deems unconscious
The lion's little lie
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If Jacob is renamed Israel for Struggles with God, perhaps I should only be whispered for struggles with words.
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