The Home Of Dragons

Green and curled around a flower bud,
Or a flame-lover, red like blood,
Hiding in all spaces unknown,
You better believe you're not alone,
A sugar-addict hidden in the jar,
Growing spikes and whispers bizarre,
One day you'd best not blink,
They will come, swirling in ink,
An emerald eye turns to your own,
Suddenly you feel it, down to the bone,
Around a crackling campfire of elm,
You realise this is the Dragon Realm,
That pebble, that raindrop, it's theirs,
No other place quite compares,
Elm flames turn purple, join the smoke,
Your mind set free, dragons have spoke,
Scream or laugh or cry or sing,
Whatever, come fly by dragonwing,
Up to the stars, around the moon,
A glistening garron born so attune,
He will hear your thoughts, your mind,
And respond blissfully in kind,
Dip a wingtip in crystal lakes,
Free to run, jump, make mistakes,
This is a new home,
One where dragon's roam.