Emulated from 'My Kingdom' by Louisa May Alcott
The nightly terror of the land
The dragon, strong and true,
Who ravages the countryside,
Collects his deathly due.
The dragon is a fearsome plight
To any seat or town,
That which is plagued with sickened wyrm
That no knight can bring down.
Throat choked with flame that chars his prey
And burns down ev'ry house
And eyes that pin you where you stand
If you be man or mouse.
His claws that kill and that protect
Himself from hurt or harm
He has his ways to burn and raze
Each building, church, and farm.
He brings his prey back to his lair
Where he collects his hoard
And where he sleeps upon his heap
Of gold and jewels and sword.
No living eye hath seen his cave
Whose life was not snuffed out
He protects his wealth with careful watch
And thieves he is without.
Children with mother's nightly tale
That tell of terrors true
Know of these such ghastly facts
And know to ware such rue,
For when the sun sets on the earth
And darkness holds the sway,
The dragon comes to pillage and
To bring away his prey.