He has no love of dragons
Foul beasts are they, and pure
Pure in evil and love of dust
With beauty and allure
His Lord hath bid him slay them
And though he’s had enough
He’s having trouble piercing true
That lovely rascal, Puff
For in seasons when he’s carried
This, his rider, through the mist
Together they would cry and pray
And by the Fates be kissed
So with a heavy heart he must
Hold his breath and close his eyes
Stepping out in faith, he’ll trust
Until God’s face, his own descries
He feels a bit like Abraham
With Isaac on the pyre
He must obey and ****** his sword
Right through his heart of fire
Jun 1, 2024
Jun 1, 2024 at 3:15 PM UTC
He has no love of dragons
Foul beasts are they, and pure
Pure in evil and love of dust
With beauty and allure
His Lord hath bid him slay them
And though he’s had enough
He’s having trouble piercing true
That lovely rascal, Puff
For in seasons when he’s carried
This, his rider, through the mist
Together they would cry and pray
And by the Fates be kissed
So with a heavy heart he must
Hold his breath and close his eyes
Stepping out in faith, he’ll trust
Until God’s face, his own descries
He feels a bit like Abraham
With Isaac on the pyre
He must obey and ****** his sword
Right through his heart of fire
