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.
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