The old Dragon

Weary Eyes gazed into the distant horizon
Heavy limbs protested against every movement
Dry nostrils breathed its last cloud of smoke

Endless days and nights these eyes had seen
Thousand times these limbs had lifted him up
Hundred villages these nostrils had burned

Hungry jaws fletched one last time
Broken wings depraved of strength fo fly
Moveless tail had lost its will to fight

Countless warriors these jaws had eaten
Lofty heigths these wings had seen
Vicious knights this tail had killed

Now he lay there, weary and tired
No more knights he would fight
No more warriors he would kill

Now he lay there, exhausted and lame
No more countries he would lay waste
No more castles he would destroy

Now he lay there, silent and numb
No more maides he would rob
No more ladies he would steal

He opened his eyes one last time
And it seemed as though the heavens wept
When this old and dreadful dragon died