Protect him, please, he keeps a dragon,
A fire-breathing beast that sears his soul,
A scaly scavenger that wears his flesh down,
Haunts and follows everywhere he goes,
Ruptures like a lava-filled volcano,
Scorching every inch of him exposed,
Erupts whenever he is least expecting,
He hides it well, but everybody knows.
They fear him like they fear the freak inside him,
Misunderstand the monster, miscreant,
Flee whenever breath is scented sulphur,
Offer tokens, castigate, repent.
They run away and seek a place of shelter,
Peeping from their hideouts till he’s passed,
No one questions, no one knows his ego, altered,
The depths of his deluded torment, no one asks.
Protect him, please, he needs a mission,
Something to slay the dragon that he keeps,
A maiden, manifest as self-perception,
Upon a white horse, so the dragon sleeps.
scottishmomus 