Issatur Of The Sun

Canto IV

The fight lasted only a heartbeat.

Knights shuddered in fear, running up the steep mountain.

More so did it increase as the dragon stared immensely.

It's pupils crimson, yet as it enlarged, it turned black.

Issatur watched from afar in a face most gloomy.

The entire mountain was crumbling away, slowly, into a mound.

The dragon cried a screech so powerful that the moon was forced to shook.

His children were buried in the mountain rock,

Of which they died. Something that was not a shock.

To which the dragon raised its arms and heads, and flew to the field below.

Issatur was not at all surprised, but now that the dragon has escaped its nest.

It was time for it to finally give rest.

"Prepare thee the bows! Shoot its flimsy wings and make see its begetter!"

To which the knights replied with a powerful, mighty roar.

As the arrows pierced the dragon's wings, did it miss the camp by inches.

Annoyed did it stop its flight, and slowly did it crawl to Issatur's.

"Its breath is deadly, enough to destroy an entire city.

But know this! For as it's breath wears weakness,

You need only not to breathe it, so my knights, do not!"

They all took the air from that place, their cheeks puffed.

Watching did it laugh, "Now that I am here, no arrow shall destroy,

Destroy my most prized strength! Harness all that you can,

But you shan't ever defeat I the supreme that will reign!

However, of which the dragon hath not remembered.

The knights who were now inside its nest, have found its only egg.

To which when the dragon saw did it cry.

"Unhand that egg at once! If not, shall you die one gruesome death to my fangs!"

It flapped its wings, struggling to get air to fly.

Of which when it did, did the knights prepare a durable metal-like rope.

They catched its red brilliant tail, pulling with the might of mankind.

"Release me at once! Or shall you meet your ends!"

It's wings, however insulted, were raring to fly.

The dragon was ultimately strong. And little by little did man's grip stutter.

By that did Issatur saw the struggle, and planted himself at the tip of the fire-tail.

His skin was beat-red yet his strength was unimaginable.

His muscles were brilliantly bonded,

And to that, his armor could hold his might no longer.

To the knights did it seem like he grew bigger and bigger.

As if he himself had harnessed the brilliancy of the fire.

His strength was not dragon-like but because of the bantered wings.

Did he come atop the struggle, and the dragon befallen.