Dragon

He polishes his
gorgeous scarlet scales.
Coils, stretching, sinuous
on his polished limestone bed.
Curls his lip to let
a breath of flame
curl tongue-like
between gleaming teeth.
Sparks light his eyes
as ancient memories
clank through his serpentine brain
waving their ineffectual lances.
Clink of metal
on metal
break through yesteryear,
call him to
put his sculpted head
out of his lair
into today.
The crag below
bears not knights,
but climbers.
No sport there
- he draws himself back
into fantasy.

by Kamala