Dragon's Death Ballad
Embers of a dying breath,
The dragon slips to cold of death.
The fire that was once kept bright,
Now barely shows in blackest night.
The glowing red of cooling coals,
Like a clock, his lifetime tolls.
Away and ne'er to come back,
The fire fades away to black.
His dulling eyes drain their hue,
The retinas unclasp their view.
His tail drops low, and with a sigh,
We see the noble dragon die.
Many days and nights will pass,
The sun will wither brush and grass.
His bones will bleach upon the sand,
And centuries they there will stand.
Though he no longer takes to air,
The dragon's legend stays for e're.
In tome and book it shall be known,
That once, the noble beast had flown.
Here's hoping one day the Dragon will fly again.
Edited by Tavious Grimm, 26 August 2016 - 06:00 PM.