A dragon breathes fire as a pen breathes ink.
When the pen suffocates, its breath runs out,
A knight has throttled your dragon round.
The story shared back home entails a defeat,
belonging to you, your ink’s retreat, that spilled
of red, your fire drained, and the pages laid
away to waste. As a poet you must persevere,
and in any case, never let that knight near.
It will snuff out your dragon,
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