Dragons War

Torn wings, sweeping desert,
Toward the rising sun,
To his side are his soldiers,
The battle has begun,

His toothed head is thrashing,
To those who believe,
Not in his owners king,
A war he can’t perceive.

For this is not his war,
On the cliff he stands,
Watching the fight to the death,
The bodies in the sands,

He dreams of the seas so blue,
Where he used to fly,
Before mans war came,
And he was taken to die.

Once graceful creatures,
Now in labouring flight,
To fight mans war,
To fight the fright,

They swoop at the horses,
From their backs they tear the knight,
Last scream, deaths air,
Lost in the plight.