The Dragon’s Heart

The dragon sat in it’s cave

Glowing and hot

Trying to go

Someplace it could not.

No one in the town

At the foot of the mountain

Wanted the poor dragon

Near their town fountain.

What they didn’t know

Was that the dragon was nice.

He may blow fire

But he would give good advice.

One day in June,

The dragon came to the town.

They tried to shoot him,

But they couldn’t get him down.

Then suddenly there

Was a great shout from below

"We have the dragonsbane

You asked us to grow!"

Dragonsbane was

The plant that dragons fear.

It is a dreadful thing

And all dragons steer clear.

Our dragon in this story

Flew away quick.

He tried to get farther

Then a little yardstick

The villagers threw

Dragonsbane at the animal,

The dragon turned and flamed

But the plant kept on, clearly not flammable.

The plant hit the dragon

Square on the back.

The dragon faltered and

Fell from the attack.

The villagers yelled

"The dragon has been defeated!"

As they rushed up to get him

The dragon looked depleted.

The villagers noticed

And wondered aloud

"What is the matter?

Aren't you a thundercloud?”

The dragon looked up

And finally understood

That all this time the villagers

Had simply misunderstood.

The dragon was nice.

The dragon was kind.

They had all just simply

Been way too blind.

The dragon opened his mouth.

The villagers waited.

"I am a good dragon.

Just underrated.”

"I don't wish to eat,

I only wish to give you

Words of great wisdom

That you would dip into."

"I want to give wisdom

Right now and right here.

If we could be friends

Then let us be clear."

Everyone waited with baited breath.

And then came the loudest shout yet.

"Yes, Dragon, we will be friends,

And we will not be a threat!"

And now many days later

In a far away land,

There is great talk

In all of the sand

Of a town and a dragon

Who survived together

And whose hearts now

Are as light as a feather.