The roar could send even the strongest to their knees
The air broken by their miserable pleas
Wingbeats that could shatter bone
Able to withstand any blade you hone
Sharp claws tear through skin,
No, you’ll never win.
Flames that cover the terrain in ash,
It’s best to not be rash,
This dragon has no home,
Opting instead to roam,
But others, have a cave,
Deeply hidden in the mountains away.
The large shadow flickers over the grass,
The mountains bow to let it pass,
We can’t do anything but pray,
And stand to fight, come what may.
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