Dragon dwells in darkness.
In old, mysterious, forgotten places
He hoards the hard-edged jewels
I have held dear—
Unworthiness
Smallness
Fear

He keeps them safe in his cold grip,
Croons and coddles and polishes them
with fire.
In their gleaming facets he admires
himself.
He doesn’t realize the reflection is distorted.
Cold and dark have numbed his heart.
He’s forgotten the Truth.