Song of the Dragons’ Revenge

This poem is from a work in progress. It is sung by a bard in Chapter 3. But that may change.                

Song of the Dragons’ Revenge
By cover of a moonless night
Through chilling wind, on wings alight,
They make their way in silent flight.

They came from just beyond the heath.
The acrid smell of dragon breath
The searing harbinger of death.

Talons scratch, turrets fall,
Rending stones from castle wall.
Arrow rain, but break and fall.

As dragons loose their streams of fires,
Soldiers hear their children’s cries;
Thatched roofs become their funeral pyres.

Scales gleam red by flame’s bright light
Then quick as came, the wings take flight
And disappear into the night.