When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.
To Vik Lovell who told me dragons did not exist, then led me to their lairs ...
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