The dragon it sweeps across the land,
the blue flame which has reaked of foreign hand,
no rider can be there,
no person to steed,
only dark to travel and ink to read,
he continues to fly,
forever more as the black dragon pads along the floor,
his scales on black,
his blood of red,
his eyes and his mouth a fiery haze of which he has burned with all of his ways,
i dream of one day when he will be slain,
the curse will be lifted the end of the pain,
however it is but a hope,
a wisp of a thought,
that one day away,
will go the pain he bought,
this dragon has come to destroy our ways,
to end what what we started for rest of the days,
he fight and we fought and we continue to do,
but as the black dragon rises there is nothing we shall do,
his power demi-god,
his strength un-matched,
the black of his heart and the and the heat of his match,
forever this continues,
until one side will win,
let us pray for our fighters,
as they won\\\'t see another light of day.
