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Where are you, O valiant knight, riding on your quest? Capturing your deadly foe, your metal for to test... O'r the mountains lies the dragon, secure within its lair. It's gloating over victory... it ate the maiden fair! And so you mount your steed, silver glinting from your spurs, sally off to slay it... avenge the death of her! Oh! Is not this dragon beautiful? Yes! An AWESOME prize! With crystal wings and citron scales and sapphires for eyes! Emeralds on its sloping breast rubies are its claws fangs of alabaster line it's fiery maw... Perfumed incense, spicy smoke, from its mouth a butane flame... Once you've tried the dragon once it is hell to tame! Have you your armor fast secured? Does the visor block your view? You may chase the dragon or it could be chasing YOU. When will you turn and rend it? Tear the ***** APART?* Strap your lance to your steed and pierce it to its HEART? Now, if you are victorious you still must have a care... for its blood is virulent that cup you must not share! You could quick behead it. Mount it on your wall. But it could poison you instead... my! *How the mighty fall!* So ride off in the sunset. Leave the dragon where it fell. It will slowly rust away... *and blow back into HELL*. SoulSurvivor (C) 12/19/2015
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
St. George
Where are you, O valiant knight, riding on your quest? Capturing your deadly foe, your metal for to test... O'r the mountains lies the dragon, secure within its lair. It's gloating over victory... it ate the maiden fair! And so you mount your steed, silver glinting from your spurs, sally off to slay it... avenge the death of her! Oh! Is not this dragon beautiful? Yes! An AWESOME prize! With crystal wings and citron scales and sapphires for eyes! Emeralds on its sloping breast rubies are its claws fangs of alabaster line it's fiery maw... Perfumed incense, spicy smoke, from its mouth a butane flame... Once you've tried the dragon once it is hell to tame! Have you your armor fast secured? Does the visor block your view? You may chase the dragon or it could be chasing YOU. When will you turn and rend it? Tear the ***** APART?* Strap your lance to your steed and pierce it to its HEART? Now, if you are victorious you still must have a care... for its blood is virulent that cup you must not share! You could quick behead it. Mount it on your wall. But it could poison you instead... my! *How the mighty fall!* So ride off in the sunset. Leave the dragon where it fell. It will slowly rust away... *and blow back into HELL*. SoulSurvivor (C) 12/19/2015
"Chasing the dragon" is a term commonly used by addicts to describe the urgent need to capture the euphoria of the first high. I like to think MY Dragon is female. Excuse the use of the swear word. But she's a pure ***** "Heaven hath no rage like love to hatred turned. Nor hell a FURY like a WOMAN SCORNED". William Congreve said that. And it is TRUTH. ---
SoulSurvivor
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
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