The Dragon is lost.
Dragon's Gold stolen.
Fools gold left behind.
How foolish am I?

Searching, overturning.
Looking for a spec.
A glimmer of Draco's Gold.
Hope ever lasting.

A stirring of the dust.
A breeze from above.
The hiss of Draco's wings a loft.
Perhaps not all is lost.

Laughter rings through the halls.
Until he sees my tears.
I confess to his gold being stolen from me.
I wither before him in shame and fear.

He asks then why I remained.
Was my devotion so great.
My belief that all could not be lost.
That I lived in hope.

With a wave of his arm.
His gold was revealed.
It was never gone.
Just hidden from view.

The gold glimmered in the fire light.
Reflecting, magnifying.
The light filled the room with warmth.
I confessed to Draco again.

It was not the gold I had hoped to find again.
But Draco himself.
I was lost without the Dragon.
Did he return for his gold or for me?

The light of the gold seemed to dim.
Compared to the light burning in my eyes.
The love I hold for Draco.
Shines brighter than all his gold.

Which light was it he wished to see?
What of the glow within his eyes?
Was it a reflection of the gold's brillance.
Or of my love for him.

Only Draco has the answer.
Only time will tell.
Only he can speak the knowledge he holds.
But he must be true to himself and to me.

All is lost with out Honesty, Truth and Trust.
I lived in hope before, awaiting his return.
My patience renewed with the short visit.
Perhaps I found the spec, within the glimmer in his eyes.