Hiding From the Fire Dragon

dreaded fire dragon was more intimidating in the flesh than I knew Fierceness in his eyes, claws and scales, seen readily as he flew I ran for my life, and hid in the stable with the hag, an old shrew We waited for the carnage to be over, for what else could we do? We heard screaming and gnashing, and it was terrifying, let me tell you I thought the fire dragon was a myth, I whispered to the old shrew She put her finger to her lips, showing me to be quiet amid shadows so blue We survived, but I still remember it, though this was back in sixty-two