There they languished and waited for the dragon <br />To come- <br />He came, expecting a hoard of gold, like conquistadors, <br />But finding only brown lovers in <br />The ardor of <br />His disbelieving jungle: what did he find but then, <br />And took to obsessing over the feminine one, <br />Took to calling her name into the empty <br />Wells in the middle of his dungeons <br />Where the skeletons danced <br />And kept up their tomfoolery- where he tried <br />Not to laugh, and he could not cry: <br />Where the redder than red blooms grew: he supposed <br />He drew them, <br />But in the end he could never say if he ever knew.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-redder-than-red/
