Untitled (notes)

I search with each line
for the dragon’s song
that dwells within me,
whether it be the assured
pulpit sobriety sermons
of brimstone preachers
intent on saving souls
that need it not,
or the harp laden
drunken poetry of regret
borne of forgotten
bastard princes
from conquered
coastal counties
and inland keeps,
the dragon knows well
my heart’s quest
it lies in wait for me.

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