"The Dragon"

The mighty beast rises, wings stretched wide

Nothing to fear, for none can threaten the impenetrable hide

Save one, the compassionate king

Nothing he fears, for his blade will sing

Triumph echoes through the land

And feared enemies become naught but sand

The dragon falls, silver blood spilt

As the king stops his heart with blade buried to the hilt

And so the stories are born, the ancient lore

As the dragon's fire go out, and it rises never more.