of dragons and dandelion days

way way up in the bright blue sky,
a shining sssilver dragon caught my eye.
it paused, stopped at my front,and said with
much
Haunt.

dragons streak across the sky, spreading glittering fury throughout the heavens. they do it not for themelves, but for the inspiration of puny humanity, urging the tireless drama on and on.

and, woe, i began to cry,
though i never figgered why,
because what it had said,
i knew in my tiny little head,
to
Be
True.