The Dragon

There once was an old man who loved power and glory
But in his long life he just had never won
So he had a dream, let us call it obsession
To stand in the middle, be admired by everyone
He saw his one chance when rumors were spreading
A dragon arrived in the outskirts of the town
He thought if someone whould challenge the beast
He would live forever even if he died by hunting it down
He wants to fight the dragon, he wants to kill the beast
He wants to fight the dragon, he wants to kill the beast
And drawing his longsword with it′s edges blazing
He rode to the lair to shed thick dragon blood
He daydreamed that he would return home as a hero
But his horse stumbled and he landed headlong in the mud
As he lay there sobbing the dragon came along
And saw the poor old man, oh, there had something to be done
He invited the man to his cave where they drank tea
And they became the best friends in the world of dragon and man