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Beneath all your desires,

Sleeps a three-horned dragon king.

Within a cage of passion you will find him,

Wearing midnight, breathing fire

Taking life from a tarnished ring.

And the ropes of love you thought would bind him.

Are lying broke, making patterns

In the dust of the bedroom floor,

And the nights are quickly growing longer

While you bargain with tradition,

Setting sail for a different shore,

And you wish to God that you were stronger.

The Black Queen, Indecision,

Rips your conscience with her sword,

While the walls of circumstance around you

Are getting higher by the minute

And you're inside getting bored,

Will the vows of long-ago confound you?