I can have no truck with thee when thou pusheth
Thy teeth of dread into my lips.
Thy tongue of threat down my throat.
Thy split words of horror into my very being.
For that one cannot give me a heart.
Silugar lends nothing to save me
From thy claws
From my fate.
And without that love,
All that remains is thy spite.
And even that is better to bear
Than to have eyes sweep over me
As if I were dust in the breeze.
So take me now
Afore dawn mends the light
And sunbeams dagger the night
And fate steers my ship into gathering morn.
Be there, my scaly friend.
Be the dark in my sight.
Assemble thy fright.
Be my dragon.