Passionate Souls - My Dragon (125 lineage)

My Dragon ( 125 lineage)
Puff
   is a tiny dragon
that can fit
in the palm
    of my hand

and he made
his home
in the pocket
   of my silk shirt
upon a chilly evening,
when blankets
     of white
smothered
    the ground-

he flew in
on a sharp breeze
through
the open window panes
and circled
     'round my head
in a strange
          green
              blur

I breathed
   deep
      in amazement,
which left me
dizzied
      for a moment
as he spiraled
    up
       and
          down

and finally
he came to rest
on a bright
    orange floor,
that crinkled
    as he pranced about
    showing off his
shimmering
body
         of
            wet-white
                          scales,
fluttering
      a magnificent pair
of sweet
         smoke- green
                   wings
and a mighty
                 red
                    horn
that glowed
     when the breeze
kissed it

and in the sheen
   of those crinkling tiles
he found
a great monster
         with spots,
     wearing dark covers
over his eyes,
baring his teeth

my little Puff
took his
        toothy
   grin
as a show of hostility
   and charged

and he tore
    the flesh
      of the monster
    but saw no blood
and he tried
with all his magic
       and might,
but the monster
   with the Chester cat grin
still stood
becoming frightened
he flew up to my ear
   and whispered
      on his magic breath,

"I have magic
    and will give to you
whatever you desire,
if you help me
   slay the monster
that keeps
   staring me down."

I smiled softly
excepting his offer
and tore
       into the creature
   with my strong fingers,
devouring
   it's crunchy
                  organs,
and proceeding
   to lick
it's sticky
      orange
           blood
     from my fingertips

and little Puff
flew to my shoulder
      and nestled
        into the curve
    of my neck,

in a song-like tone
   he asked me what I wished
and cuddling
him close to my breast
I asked him
    to stay with me
always

he replied
with a sleepy wink
   of his eye,
      as he slid
       between the folds
   of the soft fabric
and fell
into a peaceful
               slumber
in the pocket
    on my breast.