The Firedrake
By: Alison
Golden and scaly, with eyes gleaming red,
It lies with great pleasure upon its golden bed!
It nurses its rage, growling, snarling!
Against all that trespass into their fiery grave!
Off its current perch it travels, crawling, seeking
Huge mounds of treasure, piled on the floor,
Spilling over everywhere and blocking up the door!
Snickering, fondling, it roots through its horde,
Then curls up and digs a bed,
Content in the knowledge that he alone is lord!