So naive in the range of the dragon’s claws
That the innocent was scarred
In the twists and turns of time.
What was thought to be clear in innocence
Became a confusion in the waves of illusion.
So taken in by appearance
That it became the Judge
And entangled in the net of the shallow Fisherman.
The boat searched for answers
Moved by the tide.
The Fisherman, the Judge and the Dragon