The second that the clock struck noon
everyone stopped and stared
because every one of them knew
the dragon had entered his lair.
With a head of fire, a heart of ice
he crept closer to the line.
Then, out of his hideous eye
he spotted something that made him cry.
It look and sounded just like an angel
the dragon, angry and confused, turned and left
and as he did the conversation began again.
The next day the dragon was different.
What had this angel done with this hell-sent demon?
The dragon had changed all around.
His figure stood six feet above the ground
his head was barely still ablaze
but the fire inside had been tamed.
The scales of self defense are gone
all that's left is a human heart.
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