Heaven sent on vibrant wings
This harbinger of angels sings
Alighting in his crimson splendor,
Comfort to the mournful rendered -
How blessed, the branch that grants him rest
Graced with such a divine guest

How dare you
Keep me from living my life,
   from slaying dragons
   and speaking my mind
How dare you push me around
  (Like you own the place
     you occupy in my mind)
Well,
I’m on to you.
I see you now
   as the dragon I must slay
Say your goodbyes, Fear.
I’m sharpening my sword.