I saw the wurm once,
breathing dragon’s fire.
But now he sleeps quiet
in a shallow sea.
Once aflame now burnt rock,
quenched with deep draughts
of ocean swell.
His scales covered in barnacles
and wandering sheep.
But soon in deep tunnels
he must go.
Sliding scraping
in search of lost souls.
For if nothing is found
he must feast on his tail.
And shadow will take him
to the pain of forever.
©️ Dai Fry 21st October 2019.
Revised 7th March 2020.