Just read left to right. File didn’t transfer properly. This is what I come up with when I can’t sleep at night.

The dragon follows me where ever I roam;                                together we search for a place to call home.                                        We make our way to the Dragon’s keep,                                            but on the path, the darkness does sleep.                                        The Darkness follows me around,                                               even after the Dragon I have found.                                             A never-ending path we walk,                                                this gives us much time to talk.                                                    The Dragon wants peace, wants the Darkness gone,                                while the Darkness wants to what exactly he did wrong.                           On the road we meet a Phoenix, a Unicorn, and a Mermaid,                        for whose friendship I’ve dearly paid.                                         The Unicorn guides the way into the night,                                   The Phoenix banishes the darkness with his light.                         Mermaids are a special case,                                                for they compete in the Darkness’ race.                                    While I bask in their light,                                                    The Mermaid and I swallow the Darkness might.                                     For them can only come pain,                                                  the cost of my friendship, they’ve gained.                                     My dragon does disappear,                                                          and in his place the Darkness gives fear.                                      The Darkness carries me away,                                              though my friends beg me to stay.                                             As my friends wait at the gate,                                                 the dragon seals my fate.                                                      If I will reappear, I do not know,                                           for the world is as cold as snow.                                            With an almighty burst the Darkness does come,                                 and I then find where he is from.                                             The Darkness and I are one in the same;                                         it’s OUR soul he is to maim.                                            Together we attack the innocent,                                                 when from my mind I am rent.                                                 Blind, we attack those who are too near;                                    harming them is my greatest fear.                                           If I look deep inside, I can find the strength to be bearable, almost kind.       The fire inside me I have fanned,                                               so I banish the Darkness from this land.                                        The Darkness gone, so returns my hope And the Dragon returns to help me cope.      He escorts me back to my friends,                                            who will follow me till their ends.                                            The Dragon disappears from my sight,                                         but returns as my inner light.                                             Towards my friends I do run,                                                and there I do find the Dragon’s son.                                           No longer do we roam,                                                        for we have found a home.                                                      My comrades guard the Dragon’s gate,                                         all led by me, the Dragon’s mate.                                                    We are armed with blade and shield,                                                    and we amble into a lonesome field.                                             Through this stretch of barren land we wander,                          giving us time to ponder.                                                         How we are to run from,                                                       The Darkness that will surely come?                                            On the horizon we do see                                                       a sight that truly frightens me.                                               Deepest Darkness hides all the light,                                          making the world look like eternal night.                                        It pushed itself inside of my mind,                                            and the horrible truth I do find.                                           No matter how far I run,                                                      for the Darkness has already won.                                                   It doesn’t matter where I go                                                 The Darkness will always show                                                 me, with complete ease,                                                         I can’t lock him up, no matter the amount of keys.                                  I return to my friends wearing a mask,                                          to hide from them, the Darkness’ task.                                           But I can restrain him for a while,                                              and put on a brave smile.                                                     Even now I wait for him to arrive,                                            And to force me to harm those alive.                                          And I soon began to ponder                                                           on thoughts that should never wander.                                            “What is the reason for going on,                                           when everything you do is wrong?”                                            “Why am I still with my friends?                                              When I will surely cause their ends?”                                            I fight the minions of the Dark,                                            but each of these thoughts is a bite from a shark.                                   In my dreams I do feel                                                        as if the world outside isn’t real.                                            The wounds refuse to heal,                                                        and my thoughts refuse to seal.                                                My dreams give me such a fright,                                                  that I can no longer sleep at night.                                           When I do find myself asleep,                                                again I find myself in the Darkness’ keep.                                       I wander down an empty hall,                                                The Darkness all around like a fortress wall.                                   Why would I exist,                                                                 If not to be put on the “most dangerous” list?                               What will happen to my friends?                                               When they realize I’m at my wits end?                                         Will they realize that I am a pest?                                            And desert me like all the rest?                                                      I go to my friends and say,                                                              “I don’t want to keep living this way.”                                          They respond with the same rigor,                                           and seemingly quell my thoughts with vigor.                                   But they are all unaware,                                                    that compared to others, this is a little scare.                                    I search for those of us alike,                                                   But ‘tis an endless hike.                                                      And when things go from bad to worse,                                                I blame the Darkness’ curse.                                                  I know even in his sleep,                                                        into my mind his evil does seep.                                                    It seeped through the minds of friends,                                         who have reached their ends.                                                 They arrive as the same fate as I,                                             And to each other, we do not lie.                                              We all know who and what to blame,                                           But they do not call my name.                                             Instead, they live with their curse,                                           and say it could be much worse.                                                 I look at them and disagree,                                                for this has been the worst burden on me.                                     Soon we find a place to rest,                                                 and there the Darkness is dispossessed.                                               I was told that DNA isn’t destiny,                                          but it only defines the rest of me.                                         But it always comes to the same fact,                                        that evil and I have a blood pact.                                        It’s too dangerous for me to have even one friend,                                 but on whose brotherhood I’ve come to sorely depend.                                    I achingly miss the days of old,                                                 when my moments were seemingly paved in gold.                                          I miss the days when I could be                                              Reckless, juvenile and even carefree.                                               At one time, long ago,                                                     there were many of us who fought the same foe.                              There were about thirty of us, as I am aware,                                     but soon the battle would be too much for them to bear.                          Only six years after I was made their captain,                                The Darkness forced our action.                                               One by one we drop like flies,                                                 for we hated our lives full of lies.                                             So far I’ve been fighting for 18 years,                                           and confronted many of my worst fears.                                              When it’s all said and done,                                                  all that is left is one.                                                        I am the last one of my kind,                                                    there are none more that you will find.                                                I viciously deign to live on                                              though part of me is forever gone.                                                I know the reason, for which they fell,                                             and for that I find a new place to dwell.                                    Just for once I would like a second chance,                                  Instead of being judged at first glance.                                        My line of blood has just run dry,                                           and for the first time in many months, I cry.                                        It was only then that I realized                                                    that I had been utterly demonized.                                             I cannot change who I am, and never will,                                   for I am the only one with this skill.                                          Village through village I do go,                                                  I haven’t been with people since a long time ago.                               At times it is hard to believe,                                                   that it is for them I truly grieve.                                              I met new villagers and they were said to be my friend,                             and whom I would mistakenly offend.                                         Again we meet the darkness in a field of golden heather,                       and we all swear to band together.                                           As I draw my sword,                                                                 we are overrun by the tenebrous horde.                                           My companions grow more and more timorous,                                       I am filled with bitterness.                                                They flee when they discover that the darkness is me,                          And I berate myself because I did not see                                        That as soon as people find out that I’m possessed,                              It is this aspect of me that they detest.