Dragons perched in lofty caves
With glimmering scales and a sharpened fang
A deadly creature to encounter
Across the valley, his roar rang
Riches, gold, and gems collected
Guarding treasure from enemies
Piled up to be defended
As tall and old as ancient trees
The dragon is ready to take flight
Leathery wings folded on his back
Lifting off up to the sky
His strong wings a darkened black
Blackened wings meet scarlet scales
Tail slashing through thinning air
Hiding behind thinning clouds
Seeing the dragon is quite rare
Smoke seeping between his teeth
Breathing flames and bright red fire
Burning trees and coal alike
Fueled by the passion of his ire
From golden flames to charcoal wings
With gleaming horns and a slender tail
Any beast that he encounters
The fearsome dragon will prevail