The Dragon

It starts off with these superficial scales:
They come off easily; I watch them fall
Into the water, washed in streams away.

But soon, although my nails scratch away
And wish by force of will to make this fall –
The outward garb of inner greed; these scales,

Practised and rehearsed for years – all fall…
My fingers by themselves can’t tear away
The dragon’s truth carved deep beneath these scales;

Only your hands can make my scales fall away.

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