A Collection Of Various Poems

Here Lie The Dragons

The Dragons lay, side by side
Protected by their scales.
Around a fire
That blazes higher,
They tell their horrible tales.
And of each one
A song is sung
Of monsters tall and large.
The fiercest of all
Is the one who is called Sarg.
The sound of it's name
Is enough to make weak Dragons lame.
The snort and cough,
And flick the embers off their mighty snouts.
And from their mouths,
A fire spouts,
Burning away the grass.
But one, he stands,
Straight and proud
And begins to work out loud.
"My brothers, we grow weary of pain and strife."
He said, "I have decided to take Sarg's life."
The Dragons, they shiver and shook,
Like the trunk of a dead oak.
And on tired legs and feet,
Formed a gruesome fleet.
They took to the air,
With nothing more to spare,
And killed Sarge and his heir.