A Dragon's Last Stand



Across great mountain peals
A creature desperately seeks
One of his own
But he knows that he is alone.
For he is the very last
Many memories haunt from his past
How bravely he had fought
His own survival last thought
All of them he had tried to save
The weapons and destruction came in one great wave
Sharp points that pierced through heart and chest
Even though he had tried his very best
The few survivors were put in chains
Oh how great was his pain
The brightness slowly faded from their eyes
A part him, with them, dies.
Taking flight to pursue
He now knows what he must do
To avenge his kind and lost mate
He was determined that it was his fate.
Hunting in both the sun and in the gloom
The soldiers could feel eminent doom
For many moons he tracked
And finally he attacked!
He was once both wise and tame
Now no one could control his flame
In his heart was misery and sorrow
Swelling with each pierce of the arrow.
All were defeated, His task finally done
He smiled peacefully as he watched the setting sun
The spirits of those lost appeared before his eyes
As the last of his kind, he proudly dies.
His kind is gone, for he is the last dragon
It is very hard to imagine
That he fought so bravely, knowing that he was the last
Knowing that he, too, will fade into the past.



Written by CatC,
02/13/09, (c) All rights reserved


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