This is the Night
This is the night,
Of the Dragon hoards flight.
Their eyes burning with a flame,
That not man nor beast dares to tame.
They fly so strong,
Not afraid nor timid,
This is the night they create their fame.
This is the night,
Of the war between man and dragon.
Talons flashing,
Swords gashing,
No room for escape or safety,
Movements quick and attacks hasty.
This is the night they lose their wonder.
This is the night,
Of dragon imprisonment.
Thrown away like useless trash,
Used for only one purpose that is so rash.
They are killed,
Their power then used for everyday tasks.
This is the night they lose their flame.
This is the night,
Of their revenge.
Attacking humans unaware,
They have planned their strategy with great care.
Escape is so near,
So little for these great beasts to fear.
This is the night of escape.
This is the night,
Of peace.
The one thing each side thought they would never reach.
Fighting is over,
The war remains sober.
But only for now,
This is the night of peace.