Dragon’s Lair

The Dragon’s Lair

 Nathan Anderson

I.               Beware

I did not see it in her laugh,

 Or hear it in her stare.

I could not smell it in her touch,

 Nor feel it in her hair.

Through her blurred vision, she saw us,

 A rhyming sonnet’s pair.

Not once but twice I warned her ears,

 Idle lovers, beware.

We met each day without event,

 That’s me without a care.

Then when I cut in to her heart,

 Love leapt, ready to share.

The moral of this story clear–­­

 Avoid The Dragon’s Lair.

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II.             Guarded with Care

My heart, once empty, filled with gold,

 But gold I cannot share.

The glimmering treasure my fire would guard,

 Fierce and angry as a bear.

I’ll show, with trust, a glimpse of gold,

 To the eyes of those who dare.

But the eyes that blur just could not see

 The dragon lying there.

She boldly entered her treasure hid,

 And blindly climbed the stair,

To that glowing room, mentioned before,

 The dragon guarded with care.

But I never let her take the gold,

 From my heart–The Dragon’s Lair.

III.           Golden Hair

We return again, two years removed,

  To the Den, the Dragons Lair.

So long empty, it filled with gold

  From those willing to share.

And share they did, laid bare their hearts

  To fill the Dragon’s Lair

But the Dragon returned, He burned the hearts,

  of those whose hearts laid bare.

Alas one princess fair, forewarned,

  “Idle lovers here beware.”

Still trusting early, she gave much,

  Wore gold upon her hair.

Too young in love to watch the eyes

  She shyly climbed the stair.

Her head not red, nor crown of brown,

  The Dragon begins to stare,

His eyes transfixed by the gleaming sight

  Of her glimmering, golden hair.

You may now think, there is no plight,

  I hear it in his stare.

But be not fooled, the den is dark

  The Dragon will declare,

This is not heaven, this is my heart,

  This is the Dragon’s Lair.