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[agiyosiha.livejournal.com]

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Blow upon blow, hir fire-breath hurt me sore,
I upped my broad sword & it hurt him more,
without his talons at a loss
& dragons are stupid: I wheeled around to the back of him
my charger swift and then I trimmed him
tail-less.

Offering dragons no quarter is no good,
they re-grow all their parts & come on again,
they have to be killed.
I set my lance & took him as I would,
in the fiery head, he crumpled like a man,
and one prophecy was fulfilled:

that thrice for Lady Valerie I would suffer
but not be wax from like a base-born duffer,
no no, Sir Henry would win.
until a day that was not prophesied,
having restored her lands. My love & pride
fixed me like a safety-pin.

John Berryman, The Dream Songs

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Correction

[agiyosiha.livejournal.com]

In the first line, it is: "his fire-breath...."

[fallibledragon.livejournal.com]

Offering dragons no quarter is no good

hey!!!! ;)

[agiyosiha.livejournal.com]

Actually, it's: "Offering dragons quarter is no good...." I made another mistake when typing the poem. That's what I get when I post in a rush; I make a fool of myself.

I'm sure as far as dragons go, you're cool.