Vollys

With steamy breath so wickedly hot,

With hoard and cave not quickly sought,

With teeth so sharp, and eyes so bright,

Be it brave a man who step up and fight.

With mother gone, and sorrow still there,

Sleep she is in her dragon's lair,

Catching people so she wont be alone,

All that remains of them are treasure and bone.

With a laugh like bells and fire burning hot,

In her clutch is not where you ought,

The dragon Vollys in name,

Her mother Yune, played the same game.