Tales of Darren, Part the 4th: And Then at Last Did Darren Leave

Sir Darren's sword cut high and low,
Seeking to smite the beast a blow,
The monstrous Dragon's coils dark,
Evaded bearing the blade's mark,
Across the plain the sounds of battle,
Steel blade screams and scales a'rattle,
Rung clear and loud into the sky,
As nature stood on and watched by,
And then at last the Dragon lunged,
And Darren into its maw plunged,
The Dragon roared its victory,
Its breath ablaze for all to see,
Yet then the Dragon's calling ceased,
As it felt pains from its last feast,
The spiked armor of the knight,
Inside himself now proved a blight,
And now as the Dragon did writhe,
Brave Darren's sword through its hide scythed,
And then cut for the knight a way,
Out into the bright light of day,
The Dragon could then stand no more
And with a final anguished roar,
It crumpled down unto the ground,
Leaving Darren bruised but sound,
And then at last did Darren leave,
This land that did his eyes bereave,
The Dragon killed his oath fulfilled,
The perished townsfolk free

~The End~