Death of a Dragon
Death of a Dragon
Within these castle walls way on high,
is one lone dragon with a tear in his eye.
As he sadly remembers the days gone by,
the splendor of the nights he used to fly.
His wings now mottled, tattered and torn,
once captured the wind on which he would soar.
The suns light once reflected on his golden scales,
now the moons light only cast them an eerie pale.
His once fiery breath is all but ceased,
he is hoping death soon will grant him release.
The battle cries he so proudly roared,
are gone now to be heard nevermore.
What used to be such a proud and magical beast,
will soon be naught but a carrion feast.
Who left this dragon alone here to die?
You did my friend, by their existence you deny..
for Dragon...
by snogard... 4/00
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