Night lilies fold their wings,
The sun from darkness springs,
A shiny cowbird sings
Six trilling notes—as if to say,
‘You live to fight another day!’

Light floods the sleepless sea,
My terrors fade and flee,
For now, my heart springs free!
What dragons are there left to slay?
I live to fight another day.

My daemon yawns and stirs,
‘You foolish boy,’ he purrs,
‘Still honing fears to spurs?
We’ve one or two cards yet to play,
You live to fight another day.’