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My sweetheart fell asleep upon my lap
One campfire eve as I perused a book.
My sacred tome was fixed with jaundiced eye
As something else within his form awoke.
He murmured dark: "You know, she's even worse,
Your mortal sorrows what she made them be.
Your lives her weapons, carrying that curse
She placed upon you only to spite me.
At least I only strive for my own interest.
By this 'free will' show me one life improved."
"My own," I then replied. "That can I speak for,
For each day he'll choose me instead of you."
The dragon scoffed, but left my love to rest;
The battle's never won, but ever blessed.