For there is no greater truth so evident
Then that we are here, that we breathe.
Still, still, I cannot stop wondering
What is the point at all of draconity?
We are as stars and asteroids, we and man
But cannot mankind shine as brightly?
Are we here then to guide them on?
To show them things they could not see?
Being a dragon is like being a toad.
Really, listen now, and men are flies.
That is the common perception is it not?
Though, rarely, one manages not to die,
And chokes the frog and flutters away.
It survived, once, but dies all the same.
