O’ mighty beast of fire and air
Ode to a Dragon
How do you caress the sky?
Living within the deepest lair
You dare mortal heroes try
To steal your horde of wealth and gold,
To gain glory, and make a legend.
You graceful serpent of time untold,
With claws and teeth to rip and rend.
From your mighty maw to tail-end,
Intelligence and Power are your very being
And permeate all about you.
A might and grace which few have seen,
And those who see this to-rare sight
Are left enchanted, soul burning bright.