The Dragon

An anxious father
drives his fevered child
through mountain passes
rugged and wild
on a rainy, stormy night
with lightening flashes
casting an eerie light
and the windshield wipers
blurring his sight
racing along at high speed
to save his ailing son
who 's in dire medical need.

"Dad, there is a big dragon
with claws, tail and fiery eye
chasing me from the stormy sky!"
"My boy, it's just your confusion,
the dragon is only an illusion."
"He's after me, spiting fire and wild."
"Not so, not so my dear little child."

When they brought the boy
to the hospital bed,
the doctor quietly said,
"I'm so sorry,
but your poor child is dead".

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2009 Alfred Charasz