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We watched a movie in the dragon’s lair.

Abandoned though it’s been for quite some time,

his minions still parade and persist there—

his malcontent still rings its tune and rhyme.

But you were brave enough to venture back.

Not brave to you—your moxie is immune

to all his antics now. Yet I’ve a knack

for trusting that ill fate repeats too soon.

Though I should trust in your thought even more.

The film was good, and no misfortune came.

To seek for joy right in front of doom’s door

may be what salvation was wrought to claim.

It might be true. Our deeds did coincide

with the eve of this year’s own Eastertide.