Dragon

The beast doth rise up o'er the mountains
With scales like polished gold
Its only goal
Is to set fire
To your dark and weary soul
You gasp in awe
As it stands tall
Its majesty severe
Its talons scrape along the wall
the grating sound is fear
The flashing flames
The sweeping tail
And beating wings are near
You know the beast I speak of
The son of blood, fire, and fear