Far beneath the smoldering ground
Lies the den of the Dragon
So proudly he flew before they knew
The tale of his existence
Within their minds
The people were unkind
As the legend grew
The Dragons time
Was far behind
The Dragon
Offered no resistance
The Dragon
Soon the spears and arrows flew
The Dragon knew he had found himself
In yet another savage den
In a blinding flash, his world would pass
As he tried to step aside
And they would not let him by
They demanded his head
As the armies were led
Into the smoldering wasteland
After his demise
The people cried
They Realized
They were doomed without him
The Dragon
So the banners that flew
And the armies to
Now have an image of him
To remind them
Of how swift he flew
The old ways that he knew
And the good times they
Would no longer have without him