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.