'Tis morn, I have risen

I prepare to don my armor

Mount my nimble steed

Remove my sword of battle

From the scabbard of truth

'Tis the sword of freedom

Blade with keener edge

Is not to be found

I will wield it in my quest

To slay another fiery dragon

In the battle for moral purity

Formidable foe are they

Those that dwell within

The darkest regions

Of the mortal mind

Disguised though they may be

Hatred, lust, greed and discrimination

Fire breathing dragons

Their onslaught, relentless

I must ensure their defeat

To permit the innate goodness

The purity within me

To be free of these ravaging foe

Then will I be enriched

By the warm light of goodness