I imagine wings like a dinosaur would have envied,
Eyes as large as a man and breath like really hot fire
As it saves the princess from those evil creatures.
I imagine the roaring of the dragon
Sounding like something from long ago times.
But there's no wizard from which to free her:
Dragons can't burn down court houses.
("What? Put those matches away!")
Dad might get custody
Or visiting rights.
It can't save me.
Not from him.
My dream -
Dead.

- Josh MacLeod, 2001