DRAGON SCALES

The battle lasted long all to no avail, because evil has conquered and the dragon has failed. But someday soon another shall come, the son of the first and from him another sum. He will fight to avenge a death, burning with fire, it’s the dragons breath. Their claws will tear, spells will kill, their horns will impale and the blood will spill.

C Y R U S R E D D R A G O N

It’s wings like leather, claws of steel, breath of fire and horns will reveal, that his intentions are to be a great heroic deed, to avenge the killing of three. The beast is good in heart and pure in soul. He is the killer of evil, a mender of earth’s hole. He rids the world of suffering and pain, breathing his fire on the malign in blame. Swords will slash and spells will fly, but in the end the evil shall die.

DRAGON SCALES

This was done not for good, their father has died, all this because the humans have lied. ‘Tis this way and shall forever be, as their father has done, to avenge the killing of three. By: AndI Feyrtr October 1991

. . . but one DID survive, but that is another story . . .