Dragons strain for open sky
Now, freely, they learn to fly
Wings bring down thunderous applause
Searing flames soar form their maws
Too scared to linger on the claws…
People cower behind the trees
To the dragons they are but fleas
He who sees them in their might
Disappears form their sight
Darting off into the night!
In the dark, on the wall, a crazy clock begins its call
From the moon, to the call, stretches down a shadow tall…
To his farmhouse bare, glides a dragon through the air
Before the roof begins to smoke, the farmer quickly grabs his cloak
In that time of dragon's great; their fire seemed your final fate
Always, you had to hide, from their all-consuming pride