A Dragon’s Plea

from their point of view

Photo by Mateus Campos Felipe on Unsplash

They say I love gold,
as if it’s all I think about;
as if it would please me to lie
amongst goblets and platters
and candle-sticks made of yellow metal. No.

What I crave is freedom — the leave
to be left alone.
The skies are mine to bring about eternity
and clouds…