In the splendor of a silver moon
He raises his magnificent head heavenward
With a mighty cry of distress.
Glistening wings erect as eyes flash red
Daring the stars to fade.
With a flick of his tail
The great world trembles at his feet.
Many a creature flee as blood-stained teeth
And forked tongue are bared.
His muscles bulge with strength
Showing a power never known before...
Yet...
Not even that can conquer a dragon's cry of anguish.