The Night that Stole his Voice

[Schezoroark]

Trials
The more I knew about myself
The more it terrifies me...
The one that became dragon themself
Fear would make me bend the knee.

Born of both human and dragon blessing
I adapted to these wings.
The pains left me second guessing
The greater shift has trials to bring.

What of my identity
Should I try to ascend?
Self as an entity
Is life I should not end...

Am I ready to be a living weapon?
Or is that a call I'm not ready to beckon?