There’s a dragon lying coiled
At the base of my brain
In a dank dark crypt
At the top of my spine.
It is a foul and feral beast
Degenerate
Self centred as a dinosaur
No iridescent shining scales
No filmy farstretching wings
No soaring spiraling flights
Over legendary landscapes
For this one.
No it just squats there
Peering out at the world
Malevolent eyes slitted
Watching
If it sniffs
The faintest whiff
Of a threat to its survival
It rushes out
Roaring
Breathing fire
Reptilian talons scything,
Slashing
If you are quick
You may see them flashing
In my eyes
Before I slam the portal
Send my protector back
To seethe silently
Keeping watch
Over me
From the dungeon
Trish Lambert