Quietly he moved to where the dragon slept.
With sword in hand, and his shield held tight,
He vowed this day, the great beast to smite.
He was not careful, he made a loud sound,
The dragon awoke, it turned round and round,
The warrior stood firm, he would not yield,
The creature took a bite, tore apart his shield !
The warrior knew he had been done great harm,
When he looked down, and saw he had lost an arm.
With all his might he thrust forward his sharp sword,
And through the wound it made, much blood poured.
The dragon roared in pain from a second deep thrust,
Then sank down in silence, and fell head first in the dust.
The great dragon that for so long on his village had fed,
Now lay at the brave warrior's feet bloodied and dead !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.