Dragon! Dragon! In the night,
What frightful beast of terrible might!
What mountain erupted the honey colored flow of death,
To compare to the blazing fire of your breath?

What beauty and what grace,
Could surpass that of your race?
With that beauty on the wind you ride,
Where on earth did come your pride?

What sharp teeth, and what keen smell,
From which did you come from, Heaven or hell?
Who would be so brave to stand, but a fool,
And challenge you, great dragon to a duel?

What hand of steel, what tool without rest,
Could sculpt an equal of your likeness?
As shields and armor, is each brilliant scale,
That reflects the sunlight from your neck to your tail.

What empty soul, and selfish too!
What unfeeling creature did inspire you?
When the soft, delicate clouds cried their last,
You pierced through them and left earth aghast.

With what passion you are crowned,
That you fly above and shun the ground?
What heart of iron, heavy and bound,
Would not hinder your flight and way you down?

With what great wit and what sight,
You catch your prey without a fight?
Mercy you have never heard of,
Did he who made you, make the dove?

Dragon! Dragon! in the night,
What frightful beast of terrible might!
What mountain erupted the honey colored flow of death,
To compare to the blazing fire of your breath?