My heart sank into deep depression when I saw
sitting in front of me, blocking my way,
between self, freedom, and happiness,
Draco, the symbol of inequity, of unfair
rule, of the man, of draconian reality,
life dulls when the dragon appears.
He has all the power. I have none.
Draco must be who and what Draco is,
a cancer, a deadly error of nature.
The dragon does no harm, it looks
without emotion or caring, without malice,
Draco kills from silent idleness.
Nature serves an onerous messenger—
truth, there is no life without death.
The dragon cares nothing about how I feel.
Look both ways and mind the gaps, but
if you see the dragon nothing else matters.