I saw the wurm, the dragon
Asleep in a shallow sea
Once flame now burnt rock
Quenched in deep draughts
Of ocean swell.
His scales covered in barnacles
And wandering sheep.
In deep tunnels sliding, scraping
Seeking out lost souls
For if nothing is found
He will feast on his tail.
And the shadow will take him
And feed him forever.
©️ david/dai fry 21st October 2019.