With every chime of the clock tower's bell,
The old man climbed, as if under a spell.
And at the top, he called out with all his power,
To the dragon who he loved, every hour.
An old man with a heart so kind and true,
Believes in me, a dragon, as if I were his crew.
He looks upon my scales with such fondness in his eyes,
And in his gentle touch, I feel his love and his surprise.
He sees beyond my fearsome form and fiery breath,
And knows that in my heart lies love, not death.
For though I may seem fierce and wild,
His trust in me has tamed me, like a child.
He tells me stories of his youth, and I listen with delight,
For his words are like a soothing balm, that calms my fright.
And when the night descends, and stars adorn the sky,
He looks up at me, and I know his love will never die.
For in his heart, I am more than just a beast,
I am a friend, a companion, a protector, at least.
And though our worlds may seem so far apart,
His love has made a home in my dragon heart.