Arjuna Ronin

The dragon - is his mother, and it comes bearing three gifts. ⁣ The first - asks to secure his armor, and bear his dreary fists. ⁣ ⁣ His allegiance goes to nature, for that which allows her in; His passion for the selective muse, that draws the line within. ⁣ ⁣ The dragon is his chaos, the second gift to tame the blackness. ⁣ Across the ridge it rises, and starts to make him conscious.