Three-Horned Dragon King

Beneath all your desires
Sleeps a three-horned dragon king
Within a cage of passion you will find him
Wearing midnight, breathing fire
Taking life from a tarnished ring
And the ropes of love you thought would bind him
Are lying broke, making patterns
In the dust of the bedroom floor
And the nights are quickly growing longer
While you bargain with tradition
Setting sail for a different shore
And you wish to God that you were stronger
The Black Queen, Indecision
Rips your conscience with her sword
While the walls of circumstance around you
Are getting higher by the minute
And you’re inside getting bored
Will the vows of long-ago confound you?