The Door,
A boy,
A seasoned Toy Knight,
And the Dragon call Fafnir,
The Door did not speak even though it had a mouth,
But watched with gazing eyes,
The boy sat upon the pedestal into the door and looked out upon the sky,
A desert they were in,
The Toy Soldier with rust and kinked shoulders slowly made his way up,
And Fafnir... Fafnir spread out his wings and blocked the sun,
Night fell upon the desert,
The boy called out to the Toy Knight, 'Hurry it up Tin man for I still age.'
The Toy Knight, did not laugh but stared back,
Through eyes that were not his,
But given to him by a cat,
And the Toy Knight spoke with a voice that was not his but a Bear's,
'Do not call me such things heir squire,'
And so the boy did not speak until then,
And the Door with its height that reached tall and expansive,
It stood tall at eleven foot eleven,
And its width no less but that of a ditch,
And it still watched with its eyes that could not be seen,
The Dragon Fafnir snorted out a puff of Drakon-flame,
And everyone turned and saw that the Dragon was watching,
