The bravest of the warriors,

the fiercest in a fight.

He takes on noble duties,

well into the night.

He’s taken on a quest,

throught the mountains to the east,

to find the blue-eyed dragon,

and slay the ominus beast.

He travels far across the land,

through storms and  smoldering heat.

From town to town he hears the tales

of what he soon shall meet.

A giant beast with ice blue eyes,

that pierce your vey soul.

A blazing fire from his maw,

his claws are black as coal.

The scales upon his body

shimmer silver in the night,

and wings spread wide,

block all exisisting the light.

His strong and fluid tail,

cuts shreaks right through the air.

The horns that pierce out from his head,

are narled and twisted there.

The warrior, he listens close

a bit of fear insues

He summons up his courage,

for he knows what he must do.

He gather shield and sword,

his weapons in this test.

To slay the bue-eyed dragon,

and prove the heros’ best.

Across the fields and up the rocks,

he climbs the highest peak.

To find the infamous dragon

for which the people speak.

A darkened cave, a gaping hole,

he stands alone in awe.

The vastness of this space,

holds an odd and curious draw.

He creeps around and ventures in,

aware of every sound.

Moving slowly, step by step,

his heart begins to pound.

He crosses over bones of old,

and some seem very new.

All that’s left of hero’s lost,

and warriors so true.

He stares upon this cavernous place,

walls chared an ashen grey.

He thinks back on his life,

and know that this will be the day.

The time of victory or of loss,

the fight will tell the tale.

He grips his sword and thrusts it high,

“A warrior will not fail”

A cracking noise, a shifting break,

they echo far behind him.

He can not see the creature there,

but know his path is grim.

The dragon’s breath breathes down his neck,

he knows the end is near.

His legs won’t move, his voice can’t scream,

he’s paralized with fear.

He quickly turns with shield and sword,

ready for the battle.

The sight he sees in disbelief,

makes his mind rattle.

His head, he slowly raises,

taking in this frieghtful sight.

He sucks air into burning lungs,

and gathers all his might.

The dragon looks upon him,

ice blue eyes aglow,

and snorts a puff of smoke,

that fogs the ground below.

The warrior, he grips his sword,

and swings it at the beast,

making tiny cuts,

above the large and greying teeth.

The dragon, not at all impressed,

breathes in and swells with air.

A rage of fire bursts from his maw,

and leaves the hero bare.

The ashes fall down to the ground,

the pile of bones lay still.

The dragon grins his scaly mouth,

happy with his kill.