In days of ancient times gone by
The dragons wings would beat and fly
Above the city drifting high
With dragons roar and dragons cry
The people down below would think
Of lives lived in a dragons blink
They lived for years and years
With dragon laughs and dragon snears
Til came a traveller with magic spears
Who had no worries or dragon fears
He rode his horse into the town
Looking up and never down
Preparing for the mighty fight
A warrior, a noble knight
Who seeing dragon he did charge
Although the creature was so large
Forward did he drive his steed
To make the dragon finally bleed
He took his spear and threw it quick
Saw it in the hard scales stick
A lucky shot and no mistake
The dying dragons furious shake
The beast was vanquished gone for good
He gathered up the dragons blood
The dragon now will never fly
Or give another dragon cry
And one day there will be a doubt
Of if there were dragons ere about
But there will always be some tales
From Scotland, England, Ireland, Wales
Of dragons foul and dragons good
Of dragons scales and dragons blood
And in those stories they survive
The dragons kept in dreams alive.
The Story Shed 