A Dragon's Last Stand
Across great mountain peals A creature desperately seeks One of his own But he knows that he is alone. For he is the very last Many memories haunt from his past How bravely he had fought His own survival last thought All of them he had tried to save The weapons and destruction came in one great wave Sharp points that pierced through heart and chest Even though he had tried his very best The few survivors were put in chains Oh how great was his pain The brightness slowly faded from their eyes A part him, with them, dies. Taking flight to pursue He now knows what he must do To avenge his kind and lost mate He was determined that it was his fate. Hunting in both the sun and in the gloom The soldiers could feel eminent doom For many moons he tracked And finally he attacked! He was once both wise and tame Now no one could control his flame In his heart was misery and sorrow Swelling with each pierce of the arrow. All were defeated, His task finally done He smiled peacefully as he watched the setting sun The spirits of those lost appeared before his eyes As the last of his kind, he proudly dies. His kind is gone, for he is the last dragon It is very hard to imagine That he fought so bravely, knowing that he was the last Knowing that he, too, will fade into the past.
Written by CatC, (c) 02/13/09, All rights reserved
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