Dragon
I have fought the dragon, and slain Him not,
For the Dragon dwells within.
Tis the dark side of my mind against,
I struggle always to win.
So with my trusty sword in hand,
I face each new attack.
With my pen and wits I push,
All the bad memories back.
Icy cold are the fires,
That sometimes burn within.
Remnants of things long past,
Remembering all my sin.
Yet the past is gone away,
Never to return.
Still the fiery darts from Him,
With a cold fire burn.
For the Dragon dwells within.
Tis the dark side of my mind against,
I struggle always to win.
So with my trusty sword in hand,
I face each new attack.
With my pen and wits I push,
All the bad memories back.
Icy cold are the fires,
That sometimes burn within.
Remnants of things long past,
Remembering all my sin.
Yet the past is gone away,
Never to return.
Still the fiery darts from Him,
With a cold fire burn.
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