In those days, climbing into the loft
I rose vengefully to do battle.
I was up that ladder like a monkey.
To the rubbish dragon I was Parsifal.
I smote him but he never went away.
Like coral in a subterranean sea
each day he grew, glowing defiantly.
The beast was feeding on my energy!
Eventually, the cunning creature won
a final and overwhelming victory
like the Panzers in the Ardennes.
His cloak of darkness folded over me
and I fell victim to his necromancy
in the final conquest of gravity.