The Last Fighting Dragon
I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.
The Last Dragon
Fire burns as the castle scorches from the dragon’s breath
Men in armor with shiny swords and fire arrows fighting till death
Women screams echoes from below hiding in secret caves
As the men battle the last dragon in his days
Shiny Armor dented as claws rip them away
Instant cremation of many soldiers as the breath of the dragon sprays
The king decked in golden Armor imprinted with the royal seal
Determined to make out of the fire breather a dogs meal
“Get ready men, here she comes again. Let us inflict more pain!”
The king shouted as the men roar in agreement
Fire balls launched into the air at the dragon,
As she came in like a thousand legions
She roared with anger and hated all men
For they had slaughtered her family time and time again
They killed them for glory, some men killed for wealth and fame
But one thing the dragon believed, all men were evil the same
She wanted them dead, nothing to spare
As fire blew from her breath heating the air
“FIRE!” said the king. The fire balls were launched
As the dragon tried to manoeuvre the killing avalanche
She got struck in the right wing and fell like a comet to the ground
As the men launched more brutal attacks, the dragon drowned
She was bleeding, tired and had no fight left
The men saw victory and shouted as the dragon wept
The men stroked her and hammered her like an old cart
Then the king drew his sword and plunged it into her heart
The last dragon had died, now the legend has seized
Because now no one will remember this great beast.
© 2019 Clive Williams
