'A DRAGON'S REAL TREASURE'

The once fearsome flame 

Flickered and died

As scaly lids lowered 

Over tired old eyes

Cheers and drums

Filled the air

The end of a good life

Should always be revered

Deep inside 

A fading brain

One line of thought 

Did but remain

My legacy wasn’t 

All the gold in the world

My legacy was my family

Real wealth to hold

Michael Ashby, Sidmouth

(Funeral poem for a dragon. Funeral poem for a bearded dragon.)