I go on the quest,
Each time, I am afraid,
It's not the time, I guess,
Hating what I have made.

Each time, I face up to the dragon,
Not with any better or worse gear,
I try to say, "Let's go, come on,"
But I am not taking care of this fear.

Her eyes are glowing red,
Once a calm and friendly blue,
But now what I'd known is dead,
And my sword I swing is, too.

Her scales, once a place for me to ride,
Now are sharpened daggers,
A beauty I'm worried has died,
Thinking it is protecting me from danger.

The fire that has warmed me,
It is now my cage,
I need to be free,
And let mistakes be made.

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September 6, 2017