A couplet for the Dreamtime Dragon's Poem Contest
|Once upon a time there lived a dragon,
In a dank cave, on an island barren.
He was brutal in nature, and used to
Breathe fire, damage lives that none could undo.
Onto there, a saint placed his pure footsteps;
Ushering a new dawn at his doorsteps.
He gave the old critter a golden coin.
From his vices, his soul he did disjoin.
As time passed he became more innocent,
As sunrise peeped, his sins became absent.
Drowned by a vortex of virtues, he changed.
As the new year came, he metamorphosed.
Prompt: Cave, new, coin, time, sunrise