i do not want to be a dragon
i do not want to strive towards
obtainment of a meagre hoard
till riches, greed and cruelty be
the only things that i can see
i do not want to grow thick skin
lest all i am is trapped within
and all without is only seen
as what it could partake from me
and mine
and e'er grows mine hoarded gold, yet
eyes and heart encrust with cold
as home turns lair, and creeps, befalls
my eyes now ending on its walls
no more to see the world engreened,
all its folk laugh in its streams,
trifles, whiskeys, wines, and cheese
shared by all who have their need
i do not want to be a dragon