Prompt 11 Hour 11

Where dragons breath meets fire
and blades of grass become those of steel
I find myself a not so innocent stranger 
in this world that seems unreal
cloaked in robes of finery 
a crown upon my brow 
a nod for the passerby 
that assumes I deserve a bow
not a normal faire of sorts 
but I try to carry it well
when I say goodbye to my past 
and announce fare thee well

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