A Heroic Stroke

This is a quest to bring back poetry.

To bring it back from dens of hoarding dragons−
Those dragons of forsaken memory−,
Remembering folk from the elixir flagons.
So what if I’m a poor excuse for hero?
Or poet? All the fun is in the journey.
Mayhap will be occasion makes the hero,
Or else opinion and the dragons burn me;
I see few others willing to adventure
And fewer still with sense of what’s been stolen−
The singing muses in dark dragons’ denture−,
So I will have to do. Here thumps my colon:
   The throbbing ictus surges with a buzz.
   A hero is as deeds of hero does.