The Dragon
The dragon,
a mystical beast,
for century's,
lay a sleep,
until....
Persian kings, men of matchless valor,
who knew the dragon race well,
they came to destroy,
the flame belching beast.
With red gems placed in his eyes,
a crown of gold he wore on his head,
a prince of a dragon.
With a shriek and a spurt of flame,
took to the air,
soaring on great black wings,
a dance of death,
howling its dragon song,
he began his descent,
upon the Persian kings,
men of matchless valor.
Its strikes were terrible and swift,
spewing gout's of flame,
at the Persian kings,
setting their hair aflame,
struggling in a welter,
of smoke and green slime,
for all the Persian kings lay dead,
never to bother the dragon,
ever again.
By starstruck13
© 2009 starstruck13
(All rights reserved)
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