First Contact: a sonnet

The stars that shine from far away do tell A story of a trav'ler to this place Whose rocket faltered and he simply fell To earth both through the atmosphere and space
An alien skin of scaled deep forest green Eyes back and front in start'ling icy blue And body like a dragon. We have seen A myth come back to life! I swear 'tis true.
We though he would breath out in ash and fire So we approached his crash site steeped in fear Communication was his one desire And so he spoke to us when we drew near.
"Please could you find me something good to eat And after with your leader I should meet."