I am standing by the dragon's den

peering inside the deep, dark hole.

There's a dim light inside

and as I slowly entered the dragon awoke

It's scales were red as the flames it emitted.

Taking my pencil in hand,

I sketched the dragon

who was slowly awakening.

It grabbed my flannel and I fell back,

the lunch I packed falling out.

The dragon voraciously gobbled it up.

A lone bug crawls by.

The dragon pulled me close and I shut my eyes.

My mountain bike lay outside, and a squirrel played on it.

Once I had looked over again the dragon became a boy,

with brown hair, forest green eyes, and a button nose.

We danced in the den as a plane wrote out an ad.
Now I know he was the prince known as Dylan,

and I had broken the curse placed on him as a child.
We got married and lived happily ever after.