The dragon flying high
With each breathe spitting fire
Forked tongue
Multi-colored scales
Large wings
The villagers run at the sight of it
They know it brings doom
Villagers hide from it
Afraid to become BBQed
The dragon flying reptile in the sky
Swoops down
It's fire lights up the forest
Burns homes
The warriors in the village throw spears
They try to cut it with their swords when it swoops by
They know it's a loosing battle
But they have to try
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