Eliannee

There once was a dragon, who had no name. but he didn't mind It's all the same. The dragon would fly straight through the clouds; Leaving behind, nothing but shrouds Above the mountains; And beyond the seas.. He'd push on forward Through the blistering breeze. He'd fly and fly, and fly all day. Until he'd reach, Duskington's Bay. And there he'd hover; and breath in deep. As all of the townsfolk had drifted to sleep. And then he'd release; That fiery breath, and send all of the townsfolk to a horrible death. So now i'm sure. You wonder why Well because of one reason; because he could fly! You hear of these dragons,