A Dragon’s Contentment

(From the barely-heard song of a Dragon whose name we do not know, but whose mind can be felt from very far away)

I live under a mountain, like a dragon from a book

But that’s not the kind of dragon that I am.

I am the kind of dragon that’s been eating little mammals

Since long before your species began.

I am the kind of dragon never featured in your dreams

(if you remembered me, you’d never from your dreams Escape.)

Because your world’s a tiny one, made of fragile things

And stuck together with bits of plastic tape.

I am the kind of dragon who lives under your Seas,

deeper than anywhere you can find.

I am the kind of dragon who will someday eat your moon.

Think hard about me, and I will eat your mind.

I am the kind of dragon that’s the lizard in your brain,

Setting off the deep instinct to run.

Stretched out in full,

I’m a dragon who is bigger than your world.

Be grateful I’m content with the Moon

And do not

(currently)

plan to eat your Sun.