My Dragon of Pretend

Once upon the top of a very, very tall tower.

I would sit with my only friend, my dragon of pretend.

The way we would soar, swoop and roar!

Above the chimney tops!

Over the Turkish yogurt shops.

Red curtains.

Pink awnings.

The color brings life to the city.

Really, I sit here, itty bitty.

My dragon of pretend has made his own friend.

Now I sit all by my lonesome,

Waiting for my fractured heart to mend.

By Minerva Violet