I have seen the last dragon etched there upon the sky,
a monolith creature a marvel to the eye.
Though there are those who doubt and will never believe
I spied the last dragon as it turned to leave.
He told me the world lacked the things he needed.
He had tried to sustain but now he conceded.
The world it lacked imagination which he felt was dead
I watched the magic creature as he turned and fled.
I spied the teardrop in his eye as he turned to go
and I trembled at the sight in evening's early glow.
There was a tremendous burning deep inside my heart
when I watched the last dragon as he did depart.