Shoved my head in the lion’s mouth,
won’t do that again!
but it follows me around,
licking it’s lips in sin.
Who could love a man like me?
Ah, I’m not that bad…
Who would cut down a fairy tree?
Ah, I’m only half-mad…
Smelt black smoke in the book of spells
What dream is this I’m in?
I wrote and wrote till my heart bled,
to try to wake the Dragon.
What are dreams but spells we weave
to entrance ourselves?
What are hopes but promises we seek
to keep us from meeting ourselves?
Leave the past behind
and the future go,
sit down with yourself
and make friends.