Dear Dragon:
Stay your flaming breath and hear me out.
I am not in your cave to fight or slay you for your gold,
Nor steal from you the smallest jewel or souvenir.
I am here because I know you,
Because I too have shed steaming, scalding tears
And bound myself to trinkets
That I could never use
Nor bear to give away.
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