On Nick's Dragon

We're on Nick's dragon, off we ride. I'm feeling poorly on one side; we argue ‘bout stuff way too much. When dragon finds a water trough, I seek peace and quickly get off. Ole Nick rides on into the blue searching a piece he thought he knew - piece called deception and such. He’s older but still wants to know; feisty dragon now starts to glow. Walking back, I look to the skies Behold, how fast Nick's dragon flies. Going alone, my chest I clutch; peace descending as I lose sight. My voice is gone, day turns to night. Heaven-bound past Nick and dragon, I see that long tail a waggin’ I don’t bid it, glad we lost touch. Past death's door, I keep faith in place, knowing no drake can outwit grace.