The Dragon

I found a dragon in our garden shed

He was so cold I thought he was dead

So I picked him up and took him inside

He looked so limp I could have cried

He was green and scaly and purple and gold

I looked and wondered what tales he would have told

Of battles with knights so brave

I wondered what took him to his early grave

I just wondered if it was too late

As I placed him on the grate

Amongst the coal and wood

I really wondered if I should

He started to stir and gave me a fright

As I watched the embers ignite.

What I thought would be his funeral pyre

He seemed to relish inhaling the fire

He sat there all still

Staring at me and taking his fill

Then he asked me in voice a thousand years old

Just what had made a human so bold.

The sadness in his voice made me cry;

He told me of years gone by

Of tales of princes and kings

And of riches and wealth that bravery brings

When he was warm

He unfurled his wings and cooked up a storm

He bade me farewell to which I bowed

He took to the sky and became a cloud!