Morning mists
unveil the light.
Quiet time
awakes her mind
inciting lust
for sleeping knights.
Invade their lair.
Abscond the sheets.
Reveal the meat!
Take just a taste,
a lick to wake
the dragon's mate.
A startled hiss
precludes the heat
of burning breath
and silken depths.
She rides the waves
of dragon fire
her treasure plundered
and all the while
the sour smell of dragon's breath
precludes the mint of morning's death.
Reworked from original posting on Joy Reflected, 4/29/2011
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