I see a dragon above my head,
It’s wings big and bold,
Spines run down like shards of glass,
Run down his rough, hard back,
The beat of his wings send me,
Send me flying back,
Flying back that is into a tall tree,
I hear his earpeircing roar echo through the woods,
The heat of each flaming breath
Burns trees to a crisp,
Then to the floor they fall.
I stand there rather shocked,
I’m standing stiff and straight,
The day I saw the dragon,
The dragon.