There were dragons. Giant creatures with the power kill anything in their path. Feared beasts who hid up in the mountains. The snowy peeks were claimed by them and ruled by one. This was all until the dragons began to put up a fight against a new enemy, one small but powerful. Two legged creatures covered in armour from head to toe. The dragons, though strong and powerful were no match. The species began to go extinct. Now only one remained. The last dragon feared the humans, until one found a special place in her heart. If it wasn't for him, this story would be forgotten. This is a narrative poem (ballad) it really is more of a story that rhymes though. ©Moonstone360

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.