In the valley of Dragoonfava
Where gnomes and unicorns play
A small fire-breathing dragon
Flickers the skies ablaze all day
Dragon-Rose was her name
And she wasn't even green
She's the most unusual life form
Dragoonfava had ever seen
Her wings were soft as petals
Except for those thorny parts
Her scales were shades of pink
And shaped like tiny broken hearts
Her breath painted the sky in colors
During her early morning flights
She festooned the heavens in pink
Before daylight turned to night
When the rain clouds grew dark
Into the air Dragon-Rose would fly
Spitting lightning from her mouth
To brighten up the shadowy sky
One day her bolt bounced off a cloud
The lightening frayed her tiny wing
Dragon-Rose tumbled in the mist
To the ground she decended spiraling
She plunged into Dragoonfava Lake
Where she traveled no one knows
But that's the last time anyone saw
Such a creature as Dragon-Rose
She's not spotted in the skies today
But Dragon-Rose is still about I think
Because before the day meets the night
The skies flicker in a blaze of pink
To My Future Grandchildren
