THe DRaGoN

One day, on a dry summers night,

A winged monster swooped in, looking for a fight

It burned and it broke everything it could find,

Then it left, leaving carnage behind
 

Day after day, the dragon would return,

Setting everything ablaze then watching it burn

The villagers would adapt to the daily destruction

Continuing with life and function

Some time later, a knight in shining armor

Came to the village with attention garnered,

Requesting help for the creature’s death,

A complete and utter waste of breath
 

The people angrily yelled and shouted,

They’d scream and say,

"We want you to get out!”

“Fighting the dragon is not the way!”

Shunned by the rest,

The hero going alone on his way,

And while he was one of the best,

He was burned and eaten before the end of the day.
 

With no sign of the hero's return,

The villagers sighed and shook their heads 

His fate or their own unconcerned, 

Thinking that no change was probably for the best