Razor-lined mouth and heart of stone Golden eyes that see through your soul Big as boulders, stomping paws Ripping, shredding, jagged claws A voice like a trumpet blast Promising quick death at last Bat-like huge leather wings Venom-filled tail ready to sting Quick as...
Behold the Dragonslayer Standing stoic and all alone Facing a fearless monster That would chill most men to the bone His sword held high, shield in hand On which is written all the names Of the hundreds of innocent victims Lost into the Valley of the Slain Ode to you...
Humming along strumming along Dancing and prancing as the melody fills the air Smiling and laughing Sending notes as high as the eagle soars And bellowing like a bear Alas! A prisoner is he! To her Those eyes Around her once he goes, twice And thrice Rewarded with...
Rush hour they call it Then why does it move so slow Have you got any to spare they say As if you could save it, like grasping oil with your hand When is this, what is that, as if there is any control When you need it most, there isn’t any And when dread is upon your...