Death of a Dragon

A symbol of power
Of mystery divine
A symbol of hatred
On which our souls dine

A truly large beast
Whom is shrouded with fear
Our eyes cannot see
His face clouded with tears

They are but one
The rest killed for gain
Howls with true rage
his heart filled with pain

The two sides meet
The ground drenched in blood
and but one remains
Victory came as a flood

Then from the carcass
One side, they did take
A serpentine head
Empty of his earthly ache.

Death of a Dragon
Has found the peace he so craves
Granted to him
By the knights and the knaves