If Only

The golden orbs shine like fire, clenched in the fists of a fire-breathing dragon, fierce with anger, teeth bared, ready to attack any intruder trying to take its treasure. What treasure's held within? no one knows. It must be something wonderful, something sweet as sticky watermelon on a summers day, or something bright and wonderful as a golden noonday sun. For why else would the treasure be guarded by a fire-breathing dragon? with teeth sharp as diamonds and claws as big as daggers ready to pierce and rip to shreds any intruder it encounters. One day I will brave that fire-breathing dragon despite the teeth of diamonds, and claws like daggers. I will slay the guard of that treasure, the golden orbs like fire, they will be mine, oh yes, they will be mine, if only to know what they hold inside.