The Stand of the Last Dragon
Across great mountain peaks A creature desperately seeks One of his own But he knows that he is alone For he is the very last Many memories haunt him from his past How bravely he had fought His survival, last thought. All of them he had tried to save The weapons and destruction came in one great wave Sharp points that pierced through heart and chest Even though he had tried his very best. The few survivors wee put in chains Oh how great was his pain The brightness slowly faded from their eyes A part of him, with them, dies Taking flight to pursue He now knows what he must do. To avenge his kind and his lost mate He was determined that it was his fate. Hunting in both sun and gloom The solders could feel eminent doom. For many moons he tracked And finally he attacked! He was once both wise and tame
Now no one could control his flame. In his heart was misery and sorrow Swelling with each pierce of an arrow All were defeated, His task finally done He smiled peacefully as he watched the setting sun The spirits of those lost appeared before his eyes As the last of his kind, He proudly dies. His kind is gone for he was the last dragon It is very hard to imagine That he fought so bravely knowing he was the last Knowing his memory, too, will fade into the past.
Written by CatC, (c) All rights reserved
[b]The Stand of the Last Dragon[/b]
Across great mountain peaks A creature desperately seeks One of his own But he knows that he is alone For he is the very last Many memories haunt him from his past How bravely he had fought His survival, last thought. All of them he had tried to save The weapons and destruction came in one great wave Sharp points that pierced through heart and chest Even though he had tried his very best. The few survivors wee put in chains Oh how great was his pain The brightness slowly faded from their eyes A part of him, with them, dies Taking flight to pursue He now knows what he must do. To avenge his kind and his lost mate He was determined that it was his fate. Hunting in both sun and gloom The solders could feel eminent doom. For many moons he tracked And finally he attacked! He was once both wise and tame
Now no one could control his flame. In his heart was misery and sorrow Swelling with each pierce of an arrow All were defeated, His task finally done He smiled peacefully as he watched the setting sun The spirits of those lost appeared before his eyes As the last of his kind, He proudly dies. His kind is gone for he was the last dragon It is very hard to imagine That he fought so bravely knowing he was the last Knowing his memory, too, will fade into the past.
Written by CatC, (c) All rights reserved
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