The Dragon’s Gift

A lovely magical poem from Scottishmomus, of the all-seeing eye. Here she beards a dragon in his lair. Happy long weekend! Brenda


A fire burns

Within this cave

And sulphur

Fills the air.


Through the mire,


The dragon’s lair


Where slumber’s rest

Holds still

His breath, flame now

Quietly quenched.

Wait, survey,

A quiet snore,

Now the time

To wrench


One scale from tail

Of beast of lore

Bless’d magic,

Glitter’d gem

Holds promise of


To brave only,

It is given.


Sahm’s idea of a dragon paves the way.

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