A dragon in my head has snorted,
Vile plumes of acrid ooze.
A great wall he built brick by brick,
Laying them upon his back.

Stacking layer year by year,
That is what got me here.
Taking blame for all your wrongs,
Eating the hatred from the throngs.

Bricks all left unsorted,
protecting all he has to lose.
Just one more stack that's the trick,
He wont be able to move, just one more stack.

From in this world he heard a tear,
He cast aside all his fear,
lifting his brow to find the cause,
Not daring to move and let it all fall.

His tomb, his throne, his resting place,
Now his pulpit, from where to speak.
Hearing his stirring people quake,
His eyelid opens, the earth does shake.

A little yawn, a stretch of feather,
"Settle down" his rousers tremble,
"go back to sleep, you'll scare the children."
Stir him again, next time he'll smirk.