The dragon pauses in its track,

Stiller than a statue.

Eyes that are as grey as a heavy mist are watering,

While their heart slowly but surely cracks.

Their hair that was once pointy and colourful,

That looked like 1000 fireworks frozen in motion,

Is now flatter than a pancake that hasn’t got any toppings,

A night ruined,

Only a minute into the new year,

And disaster has struck.

The tear tumbles to the stone filled ground.

The scales deflate as if it was a balloon that took ages to blow up.

Its wings fold down,

The party is ruined,

The dragon sits their feeling worse than a stomped on worm,

Watching a lone balloon floating to the stars, 

And every other galaxy to come.