Leathery wings glide along
Tail of silver, whistling song
Clouds of grey pass it by
Enter by the sound of gong
Sharpest claws, swiftest glide
No rules for it to abide
Keep an eye in night sky
Brace yourself, prepare to hide
Heat of scorching, falling empire
Fall to earth, saved by sire
Shaking ground, hear the cry
Liquid crimson of a spire
Final roar, no where mild
Sweeping tail, body piled
Confused looks, cautious pry
Discovered fate of her child
No leathery wings glide along
Final goodbye, cry of song
If only they'd known, the reason why
In what she did, she was not wrong
