Mask (part 2)

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

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

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