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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We fought as one, the blood it run, All around our feet , Our bronze age swords , Were not ignored , We sliced and diced so sweet, The dragon came again, again, it’s Stinking breath remained, remained, Like sulphur as it chilled, the best of brains, We tottered on our feet, When we beat it back, t’was bloody lame, Still it fought just fought, the bloody same, Our sanity remained insane, No quarter no retreat, Its blood all the hollows filled, We fought, yes fought all day, Till finally a death did play, Its part so sorrow-full, Greybeard lay in the hollow way, My friend was by the Dragon killed, So I slashed some more, and foully swore, *%@!!- My blade would bloody spill, His blood and gore, for bloody sure, Until, I did that Dragon slay? I thrust some sure, my anger raw At its throat with careful skill, Blue murder, I aimed for the throat the more, I hacked and punched and shrilled! He reared up in awful pain, Almost drowned, by the red blood cloud, as I stabbed for its heart again, Through the sticky red blood shroud, he fell on me teeth a biting see, I hacked and sliced his throat, My one good arm and blade were free, Till crimson was his coat, The death rattle came to he, The eater of our sheep, His spirit soared away from me, Till, Death on him did sweep, So in legend, speak they well, Of mighty men these two, And how the warrior Greybeard fell, When he the Dragon slew. …. Don Johnson
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