Back when people believe in dragons,
Guardians of the heavens beautiful sky,
Thunder and lighting that flash and roar,
The bulwark against monsters and demons,
That is what they were,

Until people slowly stopped believing in them,
And suddenly they simply forgot,
No funerals nor mourns but silence,
Now they are just fading ink and paper,
What a wondrous glorious fantasy,
That dies in our waking reality.

Monsters were there to attack us...
They the dragons protected us...
We did nothing but watch...