The Dragon Flies Poem by Elvira Groenendijk

he flies out of the mountain woken from his sleep
while the lonely mother starts to weep
while her son in her arms dies
over hills and mountains the dragon flies

over mountains he will flow
bravest knighst shiver at the sight of his shadow
all around them fire will rise
over hills and mountains the dragon flies

the highest towers fall
the hottest fires burn the hall
the throne goes up in the brightest flane
and the whole castle burns all the same
hearing how the city cries
over hills and mountains the dragon flies