Dragon

March 31, 2012
Sharp of tooth and fleet of wing
Gleam of eye, and death it brings

Flame of rage and useless shield
Yet another knight, to fire yields

Fleet of wing and scream of fear
Victim in claw and home it veers

Skulls perch on gleaming gold
Reminders of men once bold

To kill, many try and all fail
It roars once and they pale

Sharp are teeth and terror it brings
Fly in the night, death on wings





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