Taming the Dragon

Sharpen my wit and silence my reasoning
for tonight i must be a beast.
Guide my hand and strengthen my will
as i face what torments i must.

This shield and sword comfort my judgement,
though my helmet hinders my sight.

The scales of fate are of shimmering green;
so elegantly shimmering.

I look into the watery eye of the creature,
in its reflection i see not myself,
but you.

It will always be you.

I discard my weapons and shed my armour.

With acknowledgment i beckon
the torture of your flames.