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The Sword

"The Sword" What words..have I to say.. That could perhaps betray.. My soul..in light of truth.. Described in forms of youth.. Hidden in the memory of a child.. The wild beast raged..at me.. A dream..perhaps..a dragon.. So this my battle.. then occurred to me.. How could I..a little one.. Be great..be wise..be true.. So then defeat the dragon.. Much less..the man of a golden shield.. Hiding behind his defense.. I walked up with no hesitation.. Plunged my dagger in the heart of the beast.. No threat was found in me... A child with no..defense.. The look upon the dragon's face.. Could be reflected in the eyes of me.. Perhaps..I should have feared you child.. Then I looked upon the fallen knight.. The melted shield was at his side.. I would find a waterfall.. So set..the prisoner free.. Bury his heart beneath the river.. The dragon..no longer lived in me.. The reflection of himself..in my eyes..he saw.. Just a boy..nothing more.. The river dances in the sky.. The ocean waves goodbye.. I was an actor on the stage.. The scene remained unchanged.. I couldn't wait for you to see.. I walked away..it wasn't me.. I fondly found a hat to wear.. Then I noticed..it never rains here.. When the rain began to fall..I cried.. Simply..a game we play..we lie.. Broken heart..in my hand..I reflected.. This dragon..was my friend.. He could have killed me.. So I guess..he didn't know my will was best.. Reading my thoughts..I knew he could.. Confused to know..that I was good.. Why would I be so surprised.. When I watched my master die.. A little tear..rolled down my cheek.. You my friend..are the worst of me.. These I whispered in his ear.. As I pushed the dagger deep.. I am afraid..of only sleep.. Why would you place your fear on me.. Shrieked the dragon..as he fell..with a fading smile.. I never remember..what I dream.. I replied..as I laughed..with childish glee.. The last of my kind..am I ..said he.. The only..of my kind..am I..said me..

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