articulation meets hesitation

to tell a story, to spin a tale,
about a dragon who've became pale.
no words seemed apt, just some more ale',
for the story that's only a fairytale.

a thousand words, could never tell,
the chronicles that once dwelled.
just one feeling, is not enough,
to sum this up in a draft.

why tell when it'll never heal,
for some hope in this ville.
but what was left, all alone,
is something, that will never know.