The possibility of dragons is slim
However any chance in probability, inevitably
Becomes a guarantee, like to
Spot a shooting star, predict lightning strikes, find the lucky lotto dip;
Given the fierce nature of draconic-kind
Existence is seized by the claws.
You notice sudden gusts blow down from the sky,
Melted streaks in the concrete,
Non-existent but possible.
Thousands of years could pass
Before we realise alive dragons.
We wait content, telling tales of slayers,
Dress in long costumes which flow and sparkle,
Write fantastical stories that we hope
Capture the soul of a mighty dragon.