his crest of silver and gold, scales unwithered, flesh hot cold.
Sits upon his treasures of old........
after eating the Royal kings choice meat.
A Knight called Nomad..... Royal was he.... oh Great Black Knight!
whom killed twenty score men in one century....
when sent by his king to rid the country of this dragon- like pest.....
the dragon won......
Gouging out his heart..... Decapitating his head.
oh! now Rolling, Rolling helmeted head!
lays the dead Knight at the dragons lovely armored feet.......
folding away his wings, the dragon of an Immortal moved away....
into darkness;
Seeing through his true mortal manforms eyes.
the man named... man at arms.... the dragons pest;
defonder of death!.... replaced his sword.
his crown of gold, armor of scales about his shoulder, and breast.
the dragon... his real name;
with killer instinct in his mind......
slowly moved away into the night;
for he.....
the Imperial dragon......for he.... the man with a dragons mind;
oh yeah!.....killing never grows old.
7/14/91
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