My son slays dragons. He doesn’t yet know of paths less taken, or that the moon hates us. None of his monsters bite back, and all his ghosts are scared of him.
I know his summer will end too soon, but far be it from me to tell him. For now, I’ll envy all his conquests, and innumerable heroic deeds.
Such treasures are still his to reap. I hope he guards them well. The heart’s a risky place to hide such things, and it’s hard to replace treasures that get lost.
It’s been so long since I slew a dragon.
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This Heart Got Teeth
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