Beware the night the Dragons fly,
Beware their flame-filled breath
For on this night, and I do not lie
their blood-lust will end in Death.
The rage they feel against mortal souls
who have hunted them without cease
Will end this night when bells do toll
Only one winner, in this struggle for Peace
So set thyself in Battle Armour ready,
Keep thy sword-hand good and true
as the battle rages, keep thy wits steady
Art though brave enough to see this night through?
LadyP © 2010