A Drangon's Story

When dragons flew in the wind that blew
In the days when knights would ride,
And beast and man across the land
Would join wars side by side
T’was in those days when man would praise
His glorious, flying steed,
On a winter morn’ when the sun was warm
That a dragon was in need.

Now the dragon kind has a brilliant mind
With which none could compare,
But when in need all men should heed
Lest the dragon kind despair.
In the battle field with sword and shield
Men and dragons fought,
But a little one who had just begun,
Breathe fire, he could not

He was caught between a sword’s brilliant sheen
And a dragon’s frightful glare
His master lay not far away,
Eyes locked in an icy stare.
And all around fierce battle sounds
Filled the dragon’s ears
And in his pain he cried in vain
His small heart filled with fear.

As the sword was drawn all hope was gone
For this dragon’s final fight,
The shining tip of the sword was lit
With a blinding ray of light.
Then down it came with flawless aim
And sank into his flesh
No help had come for this dragon’s son
Who died this terrible death.

Then rose a sound so great it drowned
All other battle cries,
The dragons flew in a last adieu
As the men gaped at the skies.
And though knights tried, looking far and wide
For the dragons who were once friends
Not a single one under moon or sun
Was ever seen again.