The Dragons Keep
The dragon hissed into the room
as I lie hidden in my niche.
Upon his back I saw his doom,
there she sat, a beautiful witch.
She sang a song of mystic dreams
and becalmed the snake to sleep.
I watched it curl into a ball
While hidden in my closet keep.
The beauty of the song she sang
no words, a simple tune of love
enthralled me with a gentle twang
that rustled my heart like foxglove
The dragons eyes spied me hiding
scared I froze as it approached
through the door it brushes by me
with purring voice it reproached.
Meow it said as it drew near.
The singing stopped, my wife just stares
the look she gives, so very *****,
she asked me, "Why are you in there?"
I close my book and move away
She hangs the clothes and sighs a sigh
I kiss her cheek and whisper dear
and stroke the cat as I walk by.
04/28/16
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2016
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