I see my box,
I hold the key.
But what's inside
Is a mystery.
I open the box
To take a look.
What's inside?
It's a book.
A book of pictures.
Some new, some old.
With stories that were,
As yet, untold.
Pictures of dragons
Flying so high.
Breathing on anyone
Who dares to pass by.
Pictures of dragons
Full of trouble and strife.
I watched those pictures
Slowly come to life.
Stepping into those pictures
Was like opening a door,
As I stepped into a world
Where dragons lived on the shore.
I fought those dragons
With all of my might.
From the first light of dawn
'Till late the next night.
As I rested
On the Shores of Blood,
I was summoned
By a woman in a hood.
She took me to a castle
Far, far away.
She said, "You fought so
bravely
That tonight, you must stay."
So she took me
To a place of rest.
As far as bedrooms go,
It was simply the best!
A bed of silk
Upon which to rest my head
And recharge myself
Ready for the day ahead.
I shivered in the morning air,
Frozen to the bone!
I was pleased when it was
time
To return to my cosy home.
I opened the book
And a magic spell
Sent me reeling
Into the fires of Hell!
But I emerged
Without a single mark.
Was I home,
Alone and in the dark?
Then, my eyes cleared
And I could see
The book that was still
In front of me.
I looked at the pictures,
Some old, some new.
Dead dragons in the sand
All skin and sinew.
I closed the book
And put it away
Back in my box,
Ready for another day.
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