Dispair Dragon
By Casey Jepson
© 2001

He's a big dragon
Almost 21 feet
His shoulder spikes
stand five feet out
So dark a shade of pink, they're almost purple
Spikes are ungainly from every protrusion
The flame he spurts: Over 1000 degrees
His wingspan blocks the moon as he flies through
the night sky
His tail a full third of his length
4 feet at the girth
So manly he has 3 wives
2 of them were previously mated; he ate their husbands
He steps on foxes without noticing
Lives in a volcano, sleeps on a bed of 24-carat gold

The dragon slayers could not slay him
The vampire slayers could not slay him
The elf-arrows bounce off his pulsating chest
The men don't fear him
But he fears them
He never maimed or even singed a single human
Will not feed on their flesh
Yet they burned his precious forest
Built factories and beatnick theaters
Only the lava flows and the sight of his
Pointy Purple Protruding Spikes
Keep them from stealing his mountain,
and melting down the gold
to make CD players and magic-free rings

They say "One Ring to rule them all,
One ring to find them
One ring just $399.95 now at the Shane Co."
He wishes he could fly to the moon
The cold, empty, quiet
To curl up with a good book
But they would find him there
He wishes he could fly to Mars
But they'd find him there, too
He's doomed to forever nest in skyscrapers
And maybe have his own sitcom


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