Dragon

Ink-black darkness, moon is bright:

Dragon loves to fly at night

Breathing fire - quite a sight!

Evening speeds away.

Lying on a treasure hoard

Golden crown, shield, scabbard, sword

Dragon’s feeling like a lord:

Dreaming through the day.

Giants squabble, goblins scheme

All the peasants shout and scream

Yet it’s not as it would seem:

Dragon sleeps today.

Knights come riding on a quest

For the king has called his best

Trumpets breaking Dragon’s rest

Woken now this day.

‘Who disturbs my treasured sleep?’

Dragon roars - the people weep

(Great their fear, it runs so deep:

They may rue the day).

Knights do quake, and turn to flee:

But a boy cries out with glee

’Dragon’s flying out to sea -

Now we’ve saved the day!’

So our tale comes to an end

And the town begins to mend

Let our final words be penned:

Dragon’s fled away!