The Dragon Poem by Raz Nicholson

Mythic beast of scale and claw
I'm sure once I scaled your walls.
On a night I fought nothing but the cold
memory the edge, mists of old.

Oh how consensually they walked
straight into the belly of the beast to talk.
Heated meat, or words through smoke
laughter, chatter, odd sly joke.

But now it's crumpled form does rest
where hungry belly and tales did nest.
And how many months have past,
your eulogy I've not heard the last.

Strange that pale death does bring,
strapped to his back a pack, memories within.
It's through these stories even though you're gone
the vibrant spirit you made lives on.

Now a dark and mysterious night has slain
the beast of the land, feels no pain.
I wonder what the future holds
with no more dragon's protection from the cold.