Dragonfire

From origins and tales unknown Intrepid adventurers traveled alone And found lying in a recessed cave A green and white bespecked egg. One took it as a relic to prize While its dreamy beauty touched his eye Then lost to the ages a century or more A thing of legend and village lore. Then from the forest a creature appeared With four short legs and deep set ears A reptile, a snake, they couldn't be sure And hunted the creature to its front door. And there it stood, small, wilful and wild They approached to kill the hissing child To their horror and utter dismay, Echoes of their screams still sounding today. The smoke sent up great alarm Flames were leaping from arm to arm The trees unmoved, they couldn't see They couldn't run, they couldn't flee. Then in the sky, a strange bird dived Somersaulting to astonished eyes While winging itself and flying erect Turned its long serpentine neck. Now it screeched, a grinding sound And swung its body full around On its back sharp jutting fins Which cut like razors through the wind. The air was filled with smoky haze Like an old book's yellowing page, They thought this sight most very odd And ventured the field in the sod. The thing fell sudden, swooping low Catching the sunlight, wings aglow, There they faced its glint and ire And were burned to a crisp by Dragonfire! On this day a legend was born; Men sent warnings on their horn, Wolves were howling and doves were scared The creature ate whatever it cared. But how did it make the fire? What in its belly did it require? How did the fuel brew within Spewing its compounds into the wind? This is a mystery alchemists solve Through long thought and steel resolve Mixing elements on a whim Combining methane with oxygen! Overjoyed at what they found A fireball rising all around, Only themselves to witness it The alchemists burned to a crisp. The beast of course must suffer a name, What would befit its lovely flame? It surely must have escaped the sun So they called the beast, a Dragon! For centuries it few about, Heros came to face their doubt But their slings and arrows always missed And each received a farewell kiss. Wizards and trolls, elves and orcs Climbed its mountain holding a torch To burn the beast where it lie And stare the demon in the eye. The conversation carried along, The dragon was interested then it got bored A little hobbit snuck inside And wiggled beneath its flaming eye. Not I guess as the story goes Singed from his tiny head to his toe All the rest placed on a pyre And burned to a crisp by Dragonfire! And the dragon is now serving in the Trump White House burning the whole country down.