Terror of the Dragon

A castle stands like a dark spear against the sky. A ragged scream breaks the glass of silence rising very high. A bright silhouette against the silken moon casts the countryside in fear. A mighty golden dragon swoops down and snatches up a deer. As it begins the upward sweeping towards the stars above, A sudden twang and swishing turns its head down to the cove. Within the trees an arrow flies and the beast swerves just in time. The soldier cries and runs away towards the castle by the mine. Fire sparks in the dragon’s eyes as it opens its mouth and the flames arise. Towards the ground it turns its head and chars and smothers the countryside. Across the rolling hills it spins a tale of terror and death. Along the beautiful waterfall it awaits another wrath. More terrible than a locust swarm its sweeps along the foothills. Finally reaching the castle black and swarming it with chills. Brave knights are sent in search of the being. None shall return to present its head to the king. When darkness falls it moves each night, And does its best to remain in the fight. It lives for long but although it tried, The resilient beast has finally died