Sitting on the throne
Tail swaying side to side
Horn curved and cracked
teeth false and replaced
one eye sharp and alert
one eye blacken and covered
scales chipped and smooth
underside injured and bruised
This was not my life style I tell you
This is not what I choose
I used to be powerful and strong
Holding all of my might
I used to hold my head up high
Creatures knowing
The Pride of the Dragon
Deadly wings block the sun
Ashes covered the skies
Fire raining down upon the land
Red, orange, and blue flames danced
but the black, the black flames controlled
A menacing laugh floating through the land
Creatures coward in fright
bowing down
heads held low
I am the ruler
I am the king
Your lives are now mine to command
Your fate seal
I controlled everything
I controlled ALL
Yet, a purple little dragon
rise above the sea
Spouting out flames of life
A counterattack you see
A foolish dragon defying
The king of the land
A foolish dragon indeed
that will die by my claws
A battle erupted between him and I
losing his ground, falling back
A finishing blow
That will end it all
In the last second
In a blink of an eye
A fire inside exploded
A fire that kept him alive
The fire blinded me
blazing through my skin
burning from the inside out
laying in shame, defeated
The purple dragon raised
announcing in my presence
Remember my name evil one
He towered above me
My name is. . .
A name I won't forget
Who made a mockery of me
that dragon will die
that dragon
named
Spyro
