Upon the wings of darkness fliesThe dreaded dragon, old, and wise, 'Cross the moon up in the sky, Down the valley, far and wide.Fire on distant warrior's camp, Charred soil, black and damp, Death on ancient reptile wings, Spewing fire, and burning things.Little man, with archer's bow, In high winds, and swaying too and Fro'Unleashed his arrow straight and true, And felled the beast from where he flew.Darkened clouds, they filled the sky, The night the dreaded dragon died, 'Cross the moon up in the sky, Down the valley, far