I think, therefore iambic pentameter

We
went
to see
the dragons.
Enormous cables
suspended their bones from the roof.
Safe behind velvet
ropes, we gape:
their fire
gone
out.



Old
brass
labels
spell ancient
words long rusty, cold.
We shiver.
Dragons
are
big.


Long
dead,
stripped of
flesh, fire, and
fable;
now
they


 are
 quite



safe.