Dragon in a Cave

Warm and soft,

Safe and secure,

Surrounded by my Treasures.

Each little thing

Such comfort it brings

These instruments of my pleasures.

More precious than gold

Or jewels or silver,

Each pen, and book, and toy,

They take me away

To a place of hope,

Filling me with happiness and joy.

I like the dark

And warmth and peace,

That surrounds me in my Cave.

Woe to thee

Who braves to enter,

Ye weak and foolish Knave.

In truth, I fear the World;

It's a cold, bleak,

Hate-filled Angry place.

Each time I leave my home

To hunt, I see spears, swords

And torches in my face.

I can live without the World,

This I've often said;

It feels no love for me, I fear,

But I'm safe here in my bed.