My scaly friend
I rose and ate and sat around
Asking myself if my head was sound
Telling myself to take the leap
That there were promises to keep
I faced the fear that filled my head
Although I was full of dread
The day had come the time was here
I finally must face this fear
My hand was up the skin was bare
I touched the creature with no hair
Dragon skin and beady eyes
This really felt like my demise
But the deed was done, I had my fun
My fear was overcome, and my life was done.
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