The Redder Than Red Poem by Robert Rorabeck

There they languished and waited for the dragon
To come-
He came, expecting a hoard of gold, like conquistadors,
But finding only brown lovers in
The ardor of
His disbelieving jungle: what did he find but then,
And took to obsessing over the feminine one,
Took to calling her name into the empty
Wells in the middle of his dungeons
Where the skeletons danced
And kept up their tomfoolery- where he tried
Not to laugh, and he could not cry:
Where the redder than red blooms grew: he supposed
He drew them,
But in the end he could never say if he ever knew.