Way down, way down, way down in that cave
Lurks a beast that has sent many knights to their grave.
Not a hero has lived, not a one, in the least,
From the ungodly fury of this monstrous beast.
This creature is truly a large fearsome dragon
Who refers to himself as the Great Mighty Craggon.
Dragons are big, and make a lot of heat, you know,
So with each exhalation, a firestorm would blow
And roast all the corpses and soot all the walls
And cause all the dragonslaying heroes to fall.
But he didn't enjoy their crispy ends -
Craggon wanted someone to talk to, he wanted friends.
He had lived down that cave for three hundred years
And not since his hatching had he known any peers.
But he kept spouting fire, he couldn't hold his breath,
So knight after knight after knight met his death.
He couldn't help but bake them, it made Craggon sad...
He was a pretty nice guy, he wasn't all that bad!
He wanted to talk and play tag and have fun,
But those close to Craggon always ended Well Done.
Poem: Craggon the Dragon
