Shadow of the Dragon
A foul winged terror under sun,
Greater foe at night.
Under its wings we tremble,
This foe we cannot fight.
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The dragon lets out mighty roars,
It's like laughter to our ears.
Searing lands with fire,
Delighting in our fears.
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Some people run up to the hills,
Others hide below.
But the dragon always finds us,
Wherever we may go.
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Eyes are stained by tears,
To be washed away by heat.
So many taken by the fire,
The Maker they're to meet.
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And then it turns and flies away,
Its wings carry its form.
Leaving raging fires,
And people long forlorn.
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The dragons come, the dragons go,
The cycle, it goes on.
Always fated to return,
Never truly gone.