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The swords in her belt sat tight, but her heart had not agreed,
That was not the day to fight; might ought not always be right.
She was to slay some dragons, she trained them instead.
They jumped through hoops in little carousel circles around her head,
they made her joyful, they made her dizzy.
Sometimes the dragons snuggled up in bed too;
she learnt to live with the fire-holes in her duvet.
She learnt to live with stares of suspicion too,
People and dragons are not usually friends -
But all that mattered were her hoop-jumping, loopy dragons
who kept her dizzy with joy.
Dragon slayer turned dragon lover -
her hearth was bright, her heart was warm.
In firebreath she found love; unspeaking, but telling.
The story of their friendship spread -
like wildfire, nay dragonfire!
And then the dragons just like that went away,
in search of another slayer, a new battle, another lover to make.
Co-written with @A5ma - Asma Kazi