In Praise of the Dragon

The wind howls through the trees down from the north The air unseasonably warm, marking certain doom Up from the mountains it comes full of wrath The villages cannot prepare, this day means their destruction He is the chaos bringer, he is pure death Armored hide impenetrable, impervious to damage And his breath the dragon fire told of in legend There is no defense against a foe such as this In praise of the dragon A lust so great come from its soul, its lust for gold Deep inside a great keep, brooding for generations The gods help the man great or small who would disturb him For they shall know the curse of awakening such a beast So damn the non-believer, you don’t have to believe When the dragon comes down the mountain to burn you alive And don’t think for a moment that you may defeat him Folly such as this will bring your demise much more quickly In praise of the dragon