As the fire burns through the field,
They moved north over the land.
In the treacherous mountains that would not yield,
They still felt victory close at hand.
In never never land where time stands still,
The tide swelling it secretly crept in.
And like a storm breaking they crashed on the hills.
A bugle sounds in the night, so it begins.
A fleeting glimpse of horror,
The dragon approaching.
The rocks are no more,
The dragon is here.
Needlessly lost the lives,
Left there to perish alone.
Surrounded by the darkness,
Where the dragon roams.
An inch here,
An inch there.
You’re wrong about that,
There is nothing new to see here.
The silence remained for a reason,
Forever awaiting the return of the dragon.
They went to their grave’s regretting the season,
When we were defeated but pretend it did not happen.