The dragon storms across the midnight skies

Granting death to those mortal fools below

Sight of such beasts enough for grown men’s cries

Naught to save them, the Reaper’s scythe shall sow.

Fiery death accomp’nies screams of pain

Dead and dying litter fields of slaughter

Charred husks remain, nothing to Death abstain

The dragon lands, amidst its own laughter.

But heavens scream in challenge to this woe tide

Lone paladin rides on to demon beast

Arrogance beckons, with time still to bide

Bloodlusty beast opposed to wrathful priest

Vicious battle commanding the remains

Blood spilled over breadth of village decayed

Dragon, weakened by holy magick, pains.

The dragon’s reign brought short by holy blade.

Vengeance served by wrath of man and of Death

Yet Death does not care who’s caught in its breath.