Dormant the slayer.
His sword caked in dust.
His armor his image.
And a shield made from trust.

Till one day he heard it.
Look there in the sky!
The legends are true.
Dragons do fly!

So he put on his armor.
His sword and his shield.
He jumped on his horse.
And made straight for the field.

The towns people were there.
And they all were afraid.
But he told them of pacts.
And old promises made.

He vowed to protect them.
And then it came down.
It spewed fire from its mouth.
It lit fire to there town.

Then it came back.
And it threw fire at him.
With just a sword and a shield.
It looked kind of grim.

But as it flew by.
The old shield fell apart.
It was forged by a magic.
From an old wizards heart.

That shield became wings.
So the slayer could fly.
And with his sword and his armor.
He took to the sky!

There was lightning and horror.
And thunder and rain.
But when it was over.
That dragon was slain.

The fires were put out.
And the slayer returned.
His sword had been used.
And his armor was burned.

But his image was clean.
And his legend was seared.
And as long as he lived.
No dragon was feared.



                   By. Keith L. Smith