the power of dragons fire,
a sight to be seen,
like fireworks flying in the air,
like napalm when it contacts the ground,
burning like the endless flame of ages,
the first flame came first, and the comet came next,
as a sign of its power yes...,
how invigorating it is the smell of venison,
burned to the point of cooking,
guess what is now venison burgers,
now we will have food for weeks.

Nicholas Spandrel

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dragons-blue-flame/