Chasing the Dragon

I am a knight without armour and sword to protect me from the scourge of aching bones and spine creeping chills. I am a knight whose virtues escape me as i mount a steed of cracked leather shoes and once more chase the dragon. The pale lamp lights guide my path as i search the cavernous valleys of mortar and brick for the lair of the dragon whose demise will sate this hunger and confusing need to get well again from life's terms and the peasants who rule. One day this insidious quest will end and the shackles of life will fall away releasing my soul to search far away for some other castle where peace of spirit will rest beside the spring of eternity. Pipe dreams, all pipe dreams. I'm getting closer, i can feel and smell the dragon's breath on my being. Hurry my steed, hurry i beg, just a breath away to the glorious conquest of the creature that binds my humanity with unbreakable bonds of despair and need. Chasing the dragon, chasing the dragon. i am so tired, so weak, just a taste i want of victory and glory to bring back to my hole of sticks and dreams and tales to be told. i can feel your burned eyes piercing my heart. Toda i will win, tomorrow who knows.