The dragon's breath is fire.
The noble chevalier
may quench the dragon's ire,
to free the world from fear.
His sword is drawn to fight,
as knights must take a stand,
to act and set things right,
with justice close at hand.
Of old the dragon died.
The gallant killed the beast,
for truth was on his side.
Then enmity would cease.
But knights must not delay.
Today there is a dearth,
and innocence is prey
as dragons scorch the earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can not understand the last stanza, barry.
Oh yes.Barry It was so easy to understand but......
Paladins are wandering knights, we have too few truly good men, and they have become the prey of evil men, the new dragon is terrorism.