The Somnolent Dragon

Fire flying from toothsome mouth,
Green scales clanging like great cymbals,
I face my foe with roaring courage
And stand my ground though death awaits.

The screaming maiden wrapped in my tail
Screeches her curses and calls her hero.
His answering call is strong and gallant.
His gleaming armour blinds my eyes.

With levelled lance and swinging mallet,
He thunders toward me to save his lady;
And as I stand my ground so boldly,
His point comes closer...closer...closer...

Then all at once this visage vanished.
My alarm-clock blared, the radio sang.
Reprieved this morning, my alter ego
Will fight again when sleep brings another dream.