Another product of English class boredom! Took about ten minutes to write. P.S the word dreamed is pronounced dree-med.
Sonnet #7
In farms that line the dirty miners shed
That boasts of Dragons slayed outside it’s wall
Of tales so fanciful they’re mass did spread
I walk, bereft of shoes, through trees so tall
Collecting little stones to hit the beast
That in my childhood’s dreamed mind did know
I fell asleep and ate a banquet feast
Then journeyed on again to fight this foe.
His massive claws that tore apart the earth,
I see the scales that line his rigid back,
But suddenly I find the creature’s worth
That ‘gainst the green of grass his form did lack.
A veil of shimmer melts away his former wild,
And lo, my brother lost from former child.
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