A gentle dragon sleeps there,
Beyond the iron and steel--
A guardian of truth,
Scaled in golden honesty,
WIth flames it saves to burn away injustices it sees,
WIth wings to fly free,
With a back made to carry those in need.
The dragon is fierce, yes--
But fierce with purpose, not malice.
The dragon hides here, for fear of
For fear of causing fear.
For fear of meaning to help, but burning everything to ash instead.
So the dragon sleeps, and the flames stay behind the jaws.
The only sign that a dragon lies beneath is the curl of smoke that escapes the mask.
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