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The Last King

Art from DeviantArt.com by Joe Roberts

Art from DeviantArt.com by Joe Roberts

It was a dark day,
When the youngling found the last king
Scared he was, when he heard the demon sing.
He rued the day he followed the whisper
Only to realize it was his final whimper.

Crimson and red with a hint of yellow,
Mighty as he was, still seemed mellow.
When he stood tall, he would’ve burned kings
Men would’ve gone mad, at the sight of his wings.

But now, he was nothing but frail.
Unable to move his mighty tail.
Last bit of life inching out of him
His lifeless eyes rather grew grim.

Scars from a long lost battle
Gone are the days he devoured men and cattle.
What’s left of his life, trying to cling
About the demon king, bards would sing.
It was a dark day,
When the youngling found the last king.

The world around him grew solemn and sad
It was strange and he did not understand
For it was the brother he never had.

Tears rolled down from his eye,
As he watched the last dragon die.

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