A Dragon Tale

In the Spring I am prone to fever, all year I’m an overachiever; Old library’s where I like to hang, learning a bit more than urban slang; Left to indulge infatuation, I drown in whimsical fixation; Free to discover a wondrous realm, flipping a page now I’m at the helm; With each photo of a distant land the gamut of reality is scanned; Gleaned what I could it wasn’t enough, I longed for lethal flames that would snuff; One glance at myself in the window startled instantly by my shadow; A pair of eyes that shine I perspire, is that me just waiting to spew fire? The reflection now hard to believe, my inner beast sat covered in scales; Suddenly I began to dry heave, I was now fit to tell Dragon’s tales.