To the Dragon

Dear Dragon,

You have been called dream devourer,

war starter,

world conqueror.

I never thought you would hunt me down

as I, a measly wanderer,

kept trying to move around.

Everywhere I went

I could not escape your torment.

You have certainly challenged me,

with tasks of varying degrees.

But after much pain and stress,

Which you have relentlessly ignored,

I am writing to confess:

I have stolen your hoard.

I was unsure of what I had seized, all told

I expected fame and fortune widespread,

But to my alarm, there was only a little gold,

And mostly lead.

The gold I enjoyed most of all:

Loving family, treasured friends,

Amazing experiences I wished would never end.

The lead, however, was an obnoxious sight:

Stressful days, sleepless nights,

Moments I felt only ended in sadness and strife.

It was initially that my attitude kneeled

To a saddening life story that had already been told.

It wasn’t until a closer look revealed,

That the lead was covering gold:

A rough and random mess

Revealing a beautiful interior at its best.

As I, weary and yielding, lay down my sword,

I expect no more of your variable hoard.

Your challenges have grown old,

And I must finally escape to the afterlife.

Thank you for the lead and gold,

For you have truly helped me experience life.

Signed, the Tamer