The Dragons of Cymru

 The Dragons of Cymru

The dragons met at the cave before dusk,

To share their plans amidst skulls and husks,

The fiery lizard who was their leader,

Shot red-eyed glances at the village, they would feed her,

The dragons would turn straw and clay to cinder,

And throw wailing mothers and children towards their maws,

Such was their plot, but the villagers were prepared,

With hot swords of iron and poisoned maces, they were not scared,

As the blood red sun fell, the dragons made aloft,

Their scaly wings flapping towards their quarry, the innocent crofts,

Through the twilight mist, the Welshmen espied the dragons,

Flying towards them, a hellish sky wagon,

It was the youngest boy who called them to arms,

Even the ravens in the field and the wizards with their charms,

Whether by arms or magic, all stood still,

And waited for the wings of the night terrors that flew for their kill,

- Ready -

The dragons of Cymru yearning for flesh,

Man versus Dragon, a quest,

A mighty test.