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There once was a dragon
Not very old
His scales were still pail as
A full moon I’m told
He had a spiked tail and his talons were long
When he flew in the mountains
You could hear his sad song
All though he was big and his muscles were strong
he’d not seen a dragon in so very long
He flew to the east and back to the west
Looking and looking for all of the rest
At night on the mountain, he would give a great roar
He’d do this each night for an hour or more
He hoped that one night he’d hear their great call
From the top of his mountain, he’d hear them all
he would fly out to greet them
though it had been a long while
Soaring and twisting in grand dragon style
He had overheard stories from the people at night
Of great dragon battles and
their valor in fights
The land that he lived in was so very vast
He wondered so often if he were the last
What was a dragon like him supposed to do
He had to find dragons at least this he knew
