A rework of a sketch I did some five years ago - love as a hunter, blind and without direction - loosing his quarrels without target. One from whom I am quite quite safe. I had a piece of doggerel written on the original sketch. Mercifully now lost.
Part of a tale my RPG bard, Cobblecat told some years ago to entertain a very old Bronze Dragon in return for him rescuing the other party members. I'll transcribe the other portions as I have time. This is a work in process.