The dragon mighty
Exists unceremoniously
Rough and curt
With such a power to assert
His wings, like the mountains of the earth,
Span into the skies
Two eyes, a sun and moon
And a body rotund, sighs
Hoping that a mortal tune
Will soothe him as do lullabies
This king in ruin
Hopes to be one of human kind
Capturing a trace of human life
A princess wrought into sudden fright
Caught, now in a time of strife
With the creature, she shares the blight
So the kingdom replies distraught
Sends its feeble human knights
The dragon sees them in trot
He longs to know what their lives' are like
Some weaker knights are concerned
Coming upon the gate of the dragon
And thought wiser and turned
Unwilling to burn in a short fashion
But some stood and stayed
Calling for princess Shannon
But revealing their plans
Met a sweeping talon
Knights so unable to rouse a reaction
Fighting with such a faction
Barely having any traction
Made the dragon tired of such a matching
To think, he could be rid of them in one, short, breath
But sighs out steam, instead
Leading them to his nest
And so, they complete their quest
Now roaring from within his breast
The dragon soars away, feigning a retreat from their test
For he knows his place is forever set
But he wishes just to be at rest
His cold eyes so far from life and death
The flying symbol of mortal dread
Raising his head above the rest
Sighs a short breath, wishing to rest
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
The dragon mighty
Exists unceremoniously
Rough and curt
With such a power to assert
His wings, like the mountains of the earth,
Span into the skies
Two eyes, a sun and moon
And a body rotund, sighs
Hoping that a mortal tune
Will soothe him as do lullabies
This king in ruin
Hopes to be one of human kind
Capturing a trace of human life
A princess wrought into sudden fright
Caught, now in a time of strife
With the creature, she shares the blight
So the kingdom replies distraught
Sends its feeble human knights
The dragon sees them in trot
He longs to know what their lives' are like
Some weaker knights are concerned
Coming upon the gate of the dragon
And thought wiser and turned
Unwilling to burn in a short fashion
But some stood and stayed
Calling for princess Shannon
But revealing their plans
Met a sweeping talon
Knights so unable to rouse a reaction
Fighting with such a faction
Barely having any traction
Made the dragon tired of such a matching
To think, he could be rid of them in one, short, breath
But sighs out steam, instead
Leading them to his nest
And so, they complete their quest
Now roaring from within his breast
The dragon soars away, feigning a retreat from their test
For he knows his place is forever set
But he wishes just to be at rest
His cold eyes so far from life and death
The flying symbol of mortal dread
Raising his head above the rest
Sighs a short breath, wishing to rest