In ancient lore, a tailed beast freely roamed the realms
The scaled King of chaos left thunder in its wake
Conquering the elements with a single clap of its wings
As aether, air, earth, fire, and water fell to the drake
In legends across the world, the great wyrm ruled
Alone in its hunger for gold, the beast had no mate
Slumbering in a dimly lit cave while the heat cooled
Ptolemy's Northern star could not foresee its fate
Slain by hunters of old, the Draconis fell to a sword
Its spirit fled and the night sky became its grave
The warrior men laid claim to the beast's horde
For it was defeated by the bravest of the brave
The storytellers shall never forget the time when
The dragon lost its power over the world of men
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