Fantasy's Child

The majestic beast rears it head,
Snorting fire as I draw near.
A flap of it's wings and I almost fall, yet,
I do not care.
I am enthralled by it's beauty.

The dragon takes off,
To where I know not.
Perhaps to a castle,
To guard the Princess!
Or perhaps just back to it's lair.

The jewels on it's wings flash in the sun,
Bright purples, and blues, and reds.
Everythings seems to stop,
Just to stare at the dragon's timeless beauty.