Dragon
A long, long time ago
A girl lived with an unpredictable dragon.
She walked softly around his brooding silence,
but many times the flames cast forth despite her care.
She would scramble to take refuge, and make amends.
Struggling to please, ducking to avoid being singed.
The dragon was silent for days, or raged for hours.
Peeking around the corner when she walked home,
she looked for his long tail, the black tip quivering
as then she knew he lay anticipating her,
but eventually she would have to enter
and face the hot ozone smell ,or the cold quiet.
The puzzling times were when the dragon was friendly
leaving gifts that were thoughtful, claiming devotion.
The girl grew stronger and his hold on her lessened.
She still felt compelled to check on dragon at times;
eventually he burned himself to cinders.
Freed, she stopped looking for tails around the corner,
but the dread of his malevolence persisted
especially in dreams.
3-1-2017
Copyright © Tania Horne | Year Posted 2017
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