Nestling in sprawling ivy.
Protecting her boulder eggs.
Crafted by skilled hand.
A manifestation of beauty,
created to be admired by all.
A creature of myth and legend.
This wondrous stone dragon,
touched my mystic soul.
I like to think,
Elves had fetched her here,
in simpler times.
Every week I’d see her there,
The seasons never changed her
And somehow that pleased me.
Then I saw her broken back
my heart grew heavy
my anger knew no bounds.
That such a thing could happen.
What ever beauty humanity creates,
some ignorant bastard can destroy.