The Last of the Dragons
Written by CatC,
In a time long ago; Long before the bow and arrow
A creature ruled the world; On mountain tops wings
Across the sea echoed his roar; Straight as an arrow
he would soar.
He searched all around, years, But none could be
His tears fell like rain; Deep in his soul he felt a
The world was evolving; This problem needed much
On how to protect his race; Against the unmerciful
Of time; How strange these creatures with such danger.
With weapons they would hunt; Soon he would have to
Thieves of his fledglings; Slowly pushing him over the
Murderers of his mate; his life long partner.
Once quiet and tame; He must now use the flame
He belted out bright fire; Survival of his race was
Then the arrow; He cried out in sorrow
He was the last of the dragons; As the men, merry,
raised their flagons.
Now remembered in myth and lore; The dragon isnít lost
for ever more
They exists as spirits; If you believe you will hear
Bright and clear; For all believers far and near.
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