Dragon tales

I am a man with a magical touch, With a whisper, worlds unfurled so much. From the pages of a book, he'd gently look, And bring to life a dragon, nook by nook. Oh, the dragon tamer, with his silent roar, Turns ink to life, and so much more. A little pet dragon, from tales of yore, Flies from the book, it's fantasy no more. In his hands, the stories breathe, A tapestry of myths that he would weave. With every word, a creature takes its leave, From bound paper, they're set free to believe. Oh, the dragon tamer, with his silent roar, Turns ink to life, and so much more. A little pet dragon, from tales of yore, Flies from the book, it's fantasy no more. Through the mystic air, it glides, Spreading joy in playful strides. In a world where magic hides, He's the keeper of the dragon rides. So if you dream of dragons and their kin, Just find the man, and let the tale begin. He'll open the book and let you in, Where dragons soar, and legends spin.