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Chiming upon a steady breeze - my wooden dragon,
he stays on his perch waiting and watching over me.
The breeze provides his gentle motion,
as he keeps all evil at bay.

He spins to see within the corners,
where the shadows fall upon the floor.
Making sure that whatever lives there,
never makes it beyond the drawers.

He can see all that is not of this world;
His fire is burning on the inside.
And when the demons wings unfurl,
he fights all, to keep me alive.

Silent as an empty valley,
he never dares do roar,
for fear that he will all at once awaken me
and I would be left wanting more.

His time is not within a carriage clock,
his heart does not beat like mine.
And fear, he has none to pass around,
no death with the ticking of the time.

And if the dust does blind his vision,
I will wipe away his cares.
Ready for another evening,
the darkest corners better beware.

For he may not live as we all do,
he may not seem to.
But their is thunder in his eyes
and lighting strikes to the shadows demise.

Thus nightmares come and soon they go,
for they also do know.
That my wooden dragon is blessed by the sun
and he will fight until dreams do come.

So I can sleep another night
and not worry about scoring a fright.
For he is Savior, my one and all,
he keeps me safe and he keeps me warm.

He chimes upon a steady breeze
and stays for my days, he does...