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Far beneath the smoldering ground

Lies the den of the Dragon

So proudly he flew before they knew

The tale of his existence

Within their minds

The people were unkind

As the legend grew

The Dragons time

Was far behind

The Dragon

Offered no resistance

The Dragon

Soon the spears and arrows flew

The Dragon knew he had found himself

In yet another savage den

In a blinding flash, his world would pass

As he tried to step aside

And they would not let him by

They demanded his head

As the armies were led

Into the smoldering wasteland

After his demise

The people cried

They Realized

They were doomed without him

The Dragon

So the banners that flew

And the armies to

Now have an image of him

To remind them

Of how swift he flew

The old ways that he knew

And the good times they

Would no longer have without him