A Word, A Story: A Meeting, Act 4 the Awakening Process

A misty night settling in

And a fifth round of saffron gin

At this round table at port

Every one defending his fort

A demon fishing for a pray

A dragon waiting to play

Two seekers far away

Not interested in that stay

In a meeting going sour

Silence went for an hour

Then an outburst came

Bored of the inaction

A demon was in-flame

Not a simple interaction

Pouring tears

What a dragon fears

In a flash and in full lavish

They stood up and vanish

At this meeting of sort

Of two it became short

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