By Mike Soika
She couldn’t wait to tell him
That now a child was growing
An unseen soul was forming
And soon he’d be a father.
The world is on fire, he sighed
The sky is full of dragons.
With trees and cities burning
It’s no time to raise a daughter.
The world was always danger
With war and famine looming,
With thieves and wild men roaming,
Yet you and I were born.
Because all seems to falter, and
The thought of dragons haunting,
No better time there be than now
To raise a dragon fighter.