The Dragon of Death
In a faraway, faraway forest
Lies a treasure of infinite worth.
But guarding it closely forever
Looms a being as old as the earth.
Its bodys as big as a boulder,
And armored with shimmering scales.
Even the mountain tops tremble when
It thrashes its seven great tails.
Its eyes tell a story of terror,
They gleam with an angry red flame
As it timelessly watches its riches.
And the Dragon of Death is its name.
Its teeth are far sharper than daggers.
It can tear hardest metal to shreds.
It has seven mouths filled with these weapons,
For its neck swells to seven great heads.
Each head is as fierce as the other,
Each head breathes a fiery breath.
And any it touches must perish,
Set ablaze by the Dragon of Death.
All who have foolishly stumbled
On the Dragon of Deaths golden cash
Remain evermore in that forest,
Nothing left of their bodies but ash.