Written by Silverdusk D'argent,
He draws his sword of metal,
the sound does strike great fear
and not another sound alive
could the dragon hear.
He charges towards the giant beast,
his mission glory be.
He cares not what the consequence
But that he gets his fee.
The Dragon stands in self-defense.
His strength does muster all
But 'tis to late for elder one;
the mighty dragon falls.
The knight believes his battle won;
the dragon hath been slain.
But knight will never know
the honor of the dragon's pain.
The death does bring the money in
His own coffer be filled
Now never shall his hunger strike
He'll never feel the chills
Bu when death commeth to the knight
eternal torture waits.
The dragon, though, above does live
inside of heaven's gates.
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