Betwixt the pages of the book most brown
Perdita Hermione Denke’s thoughts can be found
Of the dragon eggs meant to be
And of many more a mystery.
Though not entirely obsessed
She is easily distressed
By the bombardment, bashing boldness of snags
That bully from her sleep and drags
Her in pursuit of the meaning
Of whatever fragment she once was dreaming.
Arrows, Boffins, Castles, and Digits
Elves, Fairies, Gnomes and Hobbits.
In the chaos, there is order
In the maze that is before her.