I've looked into the dragon's mouth,
I've seen the sharpness of its teeth;
I've known the pain and fear that grows,
Shut up in darkness underneath.
I've looked into the dragon's eyes,
I've felt the fierceness of its breath;
I've known the slowly spreading dark,
The lonely ache of inner death.
I've fought the dragon hand to hand,
I've felt its sharply shredding claws;
I've felt the rage lurking within
Flame out between its snapping jaws.
I've slain the dragon through its heart,
And found release in its death throes;
And as the dragon fades to dust,
Something inside me wakes--and grows.