The protector of his keep
His domain was his passion
And yet he was tired
But
Even should he sleep
Beautiful velvet dreams
Could never satisfy
The Dragon
He'd rather defeat the enemy
Kill every assassin
But he slept
Deep in the black thick forest
The faeries of the wood
Shared with butterflies
The wonder of the beauty
Of such a wild, untamed place
Could be summed up
With the look upon
The dragon's face
When he saw the joy
Of the dance
At midnight
In the moonlight
By the faeries and their kin
“Beware the sleeping dragon. For when she awakes the Earth will shake."
Winston Churchill
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