Smiling_Rose
05-08-2005, 06:06 PM
The dragon slept in the cheesy dust,
He rolled in Wensleydale craters.
He lit the sun with tangerine flames
And polished his scales so he shone
Like a comet as he shot through the skies
And just as I spotted his pearl white eyes,
And I knew he was real, darting about,
He fell from the clouds and crashed to the ground,
And his shape turned to dust,
Which I swept with a brush,
And kept in a pot,
To smoke in a pipe,
To release in my lungs,
along with some tar,
An old dragon friend who’s flown from afar.
He rolled in Wensleydale craters.
He lit the sun with tangerine flames
And polished his scales so he shone
Like a comet as he shot through the skies
And just as I spotted his pearl white eyes,
And I knew he was real, darting about,
He fell from the clouds and crashed to the ground,
And his shape turned to dust,
Which I swept with a brush,
And kept in a pot,
To smoke in a pipe,
To release in my lungs,
along with some tar,
An old dragon friend who’s flown from afar.