A dragon lies on a hoard of gold
He cries, for something is missing in his hold
Was it the greed or some other need?
Was something longed for really not around?
Even with his gold mountain abound
There was still something he never found?
He began to realize that he knew what it was
It was a thought in his head, a simple buzz
For all these years he had been bored
With no one, not a soul in his hoard