There once was a dragon,
who had no name.
but he didn't mind
It's all the same.

The dragon would fly
straight through the clouds;
Leaving behind,
nothing but shrouds

Above the mountains;
And beyond the seas..
He'd push on forward
Through the blistering breeze.

He'd fly and fly,
and fly all day.
Until he'd reach,
Duskington's Bay.

And there he'd hover;
and breath in deep.
As all of the townsfolk
had drifted to sleep.

And then he'd release;
That fiery breath,
and send all of the townsfolk
to a horrible death.

So now i'm sure.
You wonder why
Well because of one reason;
because he could fly!

You hear of these dragons,
and their miserable ways..
but they're born with an anger
that increases with days.

But if you need a good reason;
I guess that's too bad.
Because there's no logic;
except that they're mad.

Yet in all of the mayhem;
I'm sure there's some good
I think I could find some;
I know that I could.

Well, here's an example
so please listen well.
Because I'm not finished..
there's a bit more to tell.

So when Dragon flew over.
and burnt the town down;
A few of the townsfolk
had ran all around.

And with a bit of some speed;
and a whole lot of luck
They managed to dodge;
and they learned how to duck.

So when Dragon had finished..
and went on his way;
A few had escaped..
And saw another day.

And so those few townsfolk;
Who saw all the flame..
Told the whole story;
and were never the same.

They soon became famous,
and known all around.
Their stories forever;
and never will drown.

But with all the damage,
they knew they shan't stay;
So they left their small village,
of Duskington's bay.

And now they live elsewere;
With many new friends.
And now it's about time..
That this story soon ends.

Yet about that cruel dragon;
We know not where he lays;
Perhaps in the mountains;
Throughout all his days.

Though we haven't seen him;
for ages it seems;
We pray that he's gone;
Left only in dreams.