My heart is filled with lost desire;
Dragon's breath, swindled of fire.
I feel a calling coming strange;
An antidote to seething rage.
I know of musings worth of pence;
Chaos vanquished, tends to sense.
And then i wake to wisdom grown;
Seeds of knowledge, subtly sown.
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