Dragons
He rubbed his eyes to realize that what he saw was true, With captive stare he pondered on the next thing he should do. He slowly moved towards it as the stick began to rise, It turned and pointed at him, looking straight between the eyes. Aware of what was happening, he then pulled away his stare, His nose began to twitch for there was magic in the air. A bolt of lightening flashed his way, he leapt across the floor, He turned to face a burning smell, from what he wasn’t sure. He saw a sight, that caused a fright, much worse than he first feared, His rear end smoking badly, and his tail had disappeared. His big green eyes grew bigger, as the truth began to tell. Left with half his body and a funny kind of smell. He screamed a scream unheard before, part pain but mostly fright. His howling heaves had ripped the leaves of every tree in sight. The cave began to shudder, and the rock’s began to fall, The dragon whimpered back to face the horror of it all. The daylight lost as half the roof had fallen to the floor. The wand was crushed and buried, and the entrance was no more. Across the town the cry was heard, but no-one was quite sure. It didn’t sound a Dragon sound, for Dragon’s vampire only roar. I guess it’s fact, it sort of lacked a punch and was more wail. But no-one’s ever heard before a Dragon loose his tail. For years to be, a mystery was wrapped around this day, Many stories passed around, while other’s couldn’t say. From made up tales, to fantasies, no-one will ever know, Just what they heard, or what occurred that day so long ago. The legend of the Dragon is still talked about the same, A monster from the deepest hell, a devil with no name. Not far away, in bed he lay, returning to his sleep. His pride and fears, a thousand year’s this time he has to keep. But when he wakes, he hopes to find his body not in pain, No magic waiting for him, and his tail grown back again. He snores a Dragon’s snore, as smoke ring’s float into the air. And drift’s away, his body safely lay inside his lair. In time He’ll get another chance, his tail may also grow. It’s something that he’ll dream about, and something we won’t know