Saint Midnight and the Dragon

As folly goes, I think mine not so bad
when channeled into an honest display.
Oh, it had been by a dull aegis clad
which was an inhibition of dismay.

But now it sparkles like some brand-new plate
that treats me to a giggle and a laugh
and is now the kind of charming trait
a chap relies on for an epitaph.

Of course, those lines need not be for me,
buoyed now by invisible armor
whose weightless cheer has set my folly free
to be its own rust-free harmless charmer...

     in a universe where epitaphs laugh
     because dreadfulness has been chopped in half.