A silent night with not a cloud in sight,
Boom, bash and it appeared,
The dragon that everyone feared.
The guard towers tumbled,
The demon dragon destroyed the town.
There was one young, strong man who stayed to fight,
Fighting all the way through the night,
With the twang of a bow
And the flash of a steel sword.
The blood formed a river down the path,
The houses were on fire,
But the hero was still standing
With his steel sword and his bronze bow.
The dreaded beast was dead,
The brave man was then known as a hero.
by Ewan Richardson (10)
Competition - Poetry Detectives
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