A Dragons Last Flight

The greatest creature from mystic lands, So weak abandoned can hardly stand, the thunderous heartbeat heard by only one man, he follows the sound to lend his hand in comfort to this majestic beast, he brings it food to let it feast, the man knows that it needs help, for the scales he did felt the oozing of the infected rash, he tried to cleanse it with his sash, every day the beast grows stronger, and the days keep growing longer, the frayed old man finds out it talks, in Latin words he dares not mock, for the Latin language runs in his blood, he fell to the ground in deep cold mud, the silver tint on the great beasts hide, mimic water at low tide, the wings beat once and they beat twice as the old man taken sacrificed, the dragons flys with mourn at heart, for it knows its time to part, the journey now must come to end, where as yours has yet to begin.