Poetry Kitchen: The Dragon to His Love

[alpharaposa]

For kyetsu:

The Dragon to His Love

I branded and spoiled a thousand knights.
I devoured kingdoms in my rage.
I looted trophies in fearsome fights,
And tore from stones a worthy wage.

I've gems laden with stars like night,
I've gold and silver coins like sand.
I've glamoured weapons full of might
And robes enchanted in every strand.

So shines this ruby in this light,
It blots my lair from mortal eyes.
Its beam might even flesh ignite,
But still I scorn such paltry prize.

For I care naught for all my store.
You are my treasure; I need no more.