By: Joe Attanasio 2011
A mythical creature like no other bird,
Small and fierce from birth.
They never group like flocks or herds,
They live alone in rivers or beneath the earth.
Dragons with a thunderous roar you can feel,
Fiery breath, sharp claws and wings.
A hide of scales as strong as steel,
A tail that smashed hard when it swings.
Dragons culled the herds for food,
Guarded treasure they could not spend.
Satan used a dragons form so said Jude,
To fight Archangel Michael for heavens end.
Dragons live a very long life,
Both to lizard and serpent they belonged.
Their large eyes could see well at night,
Their wisdom very strong.
Dragons could not be tamed or soothed with a tune,
Dragons and man could never mix.
Their teeth and scales were worth a fortune,
They would destroy a village just for kicks.
People were mad, the dragons were chased,
Adventurers hunted them for profit and fun.
Destroyed first the eggs, then pursue them with haste,
They were slew one by one until there were none.
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