• Upon a mountain,
    That reaches so high.
    It's pointed top,
    Cuts through the sky.

    And in it's cave,
    Something wakes,
    It's name a Dragon,
    With scales like snakes.

    Two shiny eyes,
    Like pure gold,
    He spies below,
    On the King's stronghold.

    His tail flicks,
    In the cold winter breeze,
    As he stretches his wings,
    And lets out a sneeze.

    He walks back in,
    And lies by the fire,
    Staring into the flame,
    As the sun gets higher.

    Sleeping by day,
    And flying by night,
    The Dragon himself,
    Is a very rare sight.

    But then one very blizzardy day,
    Footsteps ascend from the storm,
    The crunch of snow under his feet,
    In the entrance stood the black form.

    Coming closer to the Dragon,
    The Knight, he showed no fear,
    His shining armor and sword at hand,
    But the fire was all he could hear.

    The Dragon was sleeping,
    Gentle deep sighs,
    For the rumours about the Dragon,
    Those were all lies.

    The Knight vowed to leave,
    And never to return,
    To pretend he slayed the Dragon,
    And left in the fire to burn.

    The Knight returned to the King,
    A greedy man so old,
    Who said he'd send a party,
    To retrieve the Dragon's gold.

    It was the day after,
    That the crew was sent,
    There minds wandering,
    Wondering how there share was to be spent.

    But when they all looked up,
    They were in much shock,
    For the Dragon was alive,
    Sitting upon a rock.

    The magnificent beast was too much,
    And the workers ran in fright,
    Too scared to tell the King the truth,
    About the unforgettable night.

    The King bribed one of the workers,
    And when the truth was told,
    He swore he'd have the poor Knight's head,
    If he didn't get his gold.

    Now if you were on a mountain,
    And you could hear and see all,
    The Dragon was spying,
    Knowing their plan was to fall.

    On the day the plan was chosen,
    Something was not right,
    The thunderclouds had rolled in,
    Although they predicted sunny and bright.

    But the King was not not to care,
    And said they would not stop,
    The strongest Knight's were sent,
    To attack at the mountain top.

    But when the Knight's had reached the cave,
    They were much too cold to fight,
    So they surrendered peacefully,
    As any smart man might.

    The Dragon let them go,
    And said to not come back,
    Then he added grumpily,
    "Humans are not a tasty snack."

    Back to the King they went,
    For the third time in a row,
    And for the third time the King roared,
    And confined them to jails below.

    The Dragon resumed his post,
    On his mountain throne,
    And flicked his tail side to side,
    As he gnawed on an animal bone.

    The Dragon started laughing,
    The King was in for a shock,
    For the powerful Dragon owned but nothing,
    Not even an interesting rock.

    He smiled as the King marched up,
    On the next day,
    And Thought, "What a fool!",
    But said, "Come in! You must stay!".

    The King entered into his lair,
    And sat upon the ground,
    And entertained the Dragon,
    While his men snuck around.

    When the men returned,
    The King's eyes shone with vanity,
    But when they told him what they found,
    He hissed,"That's insanity!"

    There was no treasure,
    No, nothing in the least,
    But the King's greed was so intense,
    He ordered to kill the beast.

    But A dragon is a strong thing,
    And with a flick of it's tail,
    It sent the King into the snow,
    At the bottom of the mountain trail.

    The Dragon laughed as they ran,
    And scurried towards the King,
    Who's face was red as cherries,
    And was screaming and hollering.

    The King vowed he'd kill the Dragon,
    Who just smiled otherwise,
    And watched as the King left,
    With his shiny, shiny eyes.

    When the King arrived back,
    He was in the foulest of all moods,
    And as he plotted his next scheme,
    He stuffed his face with fattening foods.

    The Dragon was watching him,
    The King was going to kill the Knight,
    The one who left the Dragon alone,
    At the crack of light.

    The Dragon took pity,
    As the King's plan was to go,
    And he thought up a idea,
    Before the sun's face was to show.

    Just before the crack of dawn,
    The Dragon let out an enormous roar,
    It shook the whole valley,
    Even the giant stronghold door.

    And then the King looked up,
    To see a growing speck of red,
    The fireball hit it's target,
    Leaving the King on the ground dead.

    The Knight had then become the King,
    And the Dragon resumed his life,
    At rest in the warm, dark cave,
    In the mountain as sharp as a knife.