• The Piano in the Dragon’s Den
    A Poem By: Dragon Trove

    “Come closer to me and see what I’ve got here,” the Dragon said.
    “Play me a song,” the Dragon continued with a tilt of its head.
    I grasped the bench of the piano and with grace hit the keys of silver.
    Silver,
    Silver,
    Silver,
    I played the silver piano for a long, long time,
    The music growing with every slow rhyme.
    Beethoven,
    Mozart,
    Chopin,
    My eyes closed as the music swirled effortlessly around the room.
    Suddenly, not one, but two scores of music were created with a soft boom!
    The Dragon was battling me with music and winning,
    This Dragon was beating me with music of sinning.
    I countered the Dragon’s eerie music with Feur Elise,
    The Dragon switched the music over to a much more advanced piece.
    And so the music war was to continue,
    No breaks allowed as the two fighters knew.
    Whoever broke first would lose,
    Until then, we are to follow our cues.
    Sonatas,
    Minuets,
    Lullabies,
    They all soon appeared,
    But as the came, so did they disappear.
    The seconds flew by first,
    Then the minutes came to quench the time’s thirst.
    Hours and hours run past as we play,
    Two players who are forced to stay.
    Are we to see the light of day?
    Are we to get out of this deadly sway?
    Are we?
    Are we?
    Are we?
    The music trembles,
    The heart’s beat itself reassembles,
    Until the music is lost on its last note.
    What will that be like; the last note?
    We still need to find out for the war of music is still fighting.
    Even as you read this writing,
    Nothing will stop me and the beast,
    Nothing, not even in the least.
    One will win, one will lose,
    One will win, one will lose,
    One will win, one will lose…