He is the last of all the dragons
With the fire in their hearts.
On the mountainside he lounges,
And drinks himself apart.
Languidly he lies about
And lonely, he does sip
From his large, golden goblet
Till there’s nothing but a drip.
You see,
Once he had companions,
Fellow Dragons like himself;
But then there came The Great Flood
Which moved with speed and stealth.
It rushed over the plains so fast,
Crushing all that crossed it’s way.
Dragons everywhere fell tumbling to the ground
With a roar and a rumble;
Such tremendous sound.
Dragons fell about with a mighty, splashy thud!
Now the land is all in tatters
And dragons beneath the mud.
Apart from the lonely dragon
With the fire in his heart.
He sits upon the mountainside
And he drinks himself apart.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
He is the last of all the dragons
With the fire in their hearts.
On the mountainside he lounges,
And drinks himself apart.
Languidly he lies about
And lonely, he does sip
From his large, golden goblet
Till there’s nothing but a drip.
You see,
Once he had companions,
Fellow Dragons like himself;
But then there came The Great Flood
Which moved with speed and stealth.
It rushed over the plains so fast,
Crushing all that crossed it’s way.
Dragons everywhere fell tumbling to the ground
With a roar and a rumble;
Such tremendous sound.
Dragons fell about with a mighty, splashy thud!
Now the land is all in tatters
And dragons beneath the mud.
Apart from the lonely dragon
With the fire in his heart.
He sits upon the mountainside
And he drinks himself apart.