They say that every person you've ever seen in your head you've seen in real life. The boy in your head is out there, Standing watch and waiting for your visit. You're in his debt after all. I guarantee he can't wait to see you. Don't worry about the dragons. They're not so bad. Just misunderstood. People used to feel the same way about wolves... But I'm no monster, am I? I'll go with if you'd like. You can return with him. I'll take his place, Gaurd the dragons in your mind, And release my soul into the sky, Hoping the moon will hear it.
Sorry Fyre, I kinda went off on a tangent, but I kinda like it. Thoughts? (Edit: A mistype. The poem reads wait to SEE you)