Keeper of Treasures

sleeping dragon of solid rock,
holding the gates with arms to lock,
trespass beyond the thieves sneak,
as the dragons eye opens to peek,
veins within pulse to warm the blood,
as they push moisture turning rock to mud,
releasing the gate to follow the three,
venturing further beyond the great tree,
taking the treasures the shine,
as the dragons angers combine,
'thieves beware of stealing my gold'
a coming sound of a voice so old,
the thieves take their words to draw,
as the dragon shows one long claw,
revealing himself to the thieves that run,
as he places the treasure back one by one.