A Dragon in search of Coffee.

A Dragon in search of Coffee.
By Ryan M Harris.

Please forgive me if I seem a little wobbly
hobbling about in search of coffee.
It is very early,
and I am not used to legs like these
with numb-dumb feet and boney knees.
You see last night I learned to fly
on wings like bellowing curtains,
and the green of the trees beyond.
I stole my might from stories
and grew many times in size.
Through the portals of my mind I wandered
and found an open sky.
From the noise of the furnace starting
came my dragon fire,
from cat came wicked claws,
from dog came fearsome jaws,
perhaps from the baby crying
came my massive maw.
With these
I terrorized my fantasies,
and roared in exultation,
as I sat aflame my fears
and left a pyre of my inhibitions. 
But then I met a witch
even more powerful then I.
Her name was Six Am
mistress of a terrible time.
She carried a staff like a bed-post
and was dressed in the red of morning light.
At sight of her I raged.
I snapped my jaws
and thrashed my claws,
tore the wind like sheets.
But it was too late
against my strength
she used her magic RING!!!!!
And banished me to the land of morning shifts
such a dreadful thing.