Swooping low to terrify,
One large shadow passes by.
Swift of wing and flying low,
Ye shall watch where he shall go.
Eyes like embers breath of fire,
This devil in the sky flies higher.
Up and up he gains more speed,
Then swiftly turns to fill his need.
Thou art sitting high upon thy mare,
The setting sun shines off thy hair.
A deep breath in anticipation,
Thee shall battle for thy nation.
Noble face and poised for battle,
Saving peasants and their cattle.
The dragon dodges, swoops and dives,
Low then right before thine eyes.
Forward thee lunges hitting thy mark,
The dragon goes down with fire and spark.
With screams of agony and pain,
Thy mighty lance hits home again.
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