The Library Dragon

The Library Dragon

This cave brokers comfort,
warm spines of books pressed against my wings.
Heap upon heap of yellowed knowledge,
stack upon stack of fresh syllables,
and still my belly hungers for more.
I shall not eat the gold of my brood’s hoard,
for the clink of metal never added any shine to my scales.
No, this bibliotheca draconis will heft her bulk,
curl her sinewy form
between these receptacles of text,
and gently singe the pages
with amber flames.

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