Crystal eyes of jade, shine bright.
The dragon sits there in its lair,
Should I enter, do I dare?
�Come in child, be not afraid,
For you are welcome here, fair maid,
Ask your question, if I see,
Your future will be clear to me.�
I sit upon the cold stone wall,
Outside the rain begins to fall.
Consider the question I shall ask,
With only one, a difficult task.
There are so many, how do I choose?
This chance I do not want to lose.
The dragon watches me intently,
Then she says these words to me..
�Think not too hard upon thy plight,
Lest you wish to remain the night.
Your first thought should be the one,
So ask thy question, then its done.�
At once it came into my head,
�Will anyone miss me, when I�m dead?�
The dragon�s eyes then brightly glowed,
The slowly closed as her head bowed.
Moments seemed eternity,
Before she spoke again to me,
�No weeping or wailing will there be,
At thy life�s end, is what I see.
Yet many have you touched it�s true,
But those you touched, will not miss you.
They�ll remember you with love and affection,
And smile with warmth at thoughts reflection.
And think them blessed you were their friend,
And you�ll go on beyond life�s end.
For death cannot end the warmth you give,
In those you touched, you will always live.�
My question answered, I rose to go,
There was so much more I wished to know,
I stepped into the bright sunshine,
And smiled, upon the life that�s mine.
