I offered a rose to a dragon
And he looked at me with an alchemic eye
For in his presence I was diminished
And in his realm I was nothing
And looking upon me it seemed that he laughed
From his mouth came thin fire of metal
For what use has a dragon of a rose?

The rose wilted in my hand
I flung it upon his golden pyre
And turned away as he spat upon the smoking stem
My back to him as I walked off,
I waited for flames to engulf my head
As they had taken the head of the rose.