 "Tamarin"
Orn had thought, a battle plan,
When the lake came into view.
The land was unfamiliar;
The sky is what he knew.
No dragon fight was ever
Won with just defense,
Orn must make this fight his own
For him to stand a chance.
Tamarin was a legend --
A dragon riders dream,
Fighting to preserve the land,
But that had changed it seemed.
One day Tamarin vanished,
And as the years went by,
There was talk around the campfire's
Of the dragon left to die.
But that was then and this was now,
So the legend would unfold,
For no one knew the outcome
As the prophecies foretold.
Orn circled through the valley,
While keeping a watchful eye
For any sign of movement,
A threat, might signify.
The valley, dark and desolate.
The lake, a molten berth,
Fed by Lava Rivers
From the bowels of the earth.
At the far end of the valley,
was the reason that he came --
Set against the cliffside
Was the opening of a cave.
Orn could not believe his luck.
Could the princess have been wrong?
There was no sign of Tamarin,
He had searched all morning long.
He landed on a rocky shelf
At the entrance of the cave,
Proceeding with great caution
Not to make this place his grave.
All at once he felt the breath
Of something at his back,
But as he swung around to see,
The creature did attack.
Before he could protect himself,
He was falling towards the lake.
He had let down his defenses,
Such a deadly first mistake.
The magma loomed before him;
It would to turn his flesh to ash.
He had to think of something quick
To avoid a deadly splash.
He arched his back out of the dive
As the lava singed his tail.
Orn spun to face his enemy,
His dragon breath exhaled.
A dragon is cold-blooded,
Heartless and precise,
But what he saw in front of him
Turned his dragon’s blood to ice.
Tamarin, bent and knotted,
His eyes a blood-red glow,
The evil was consuming him --
It now controlled his soul.
"I have no wish to fight you,"
Orn spoke in long, soft tones.
"You have something that I need
So I’ve come to take it home."
Tamarin’s laughter filled the air
As he looked Orn in the eye,
"Then take one long, last look around,
For this is where you’ll die!"
Then he swung his claws at Orn,
But Orn was more prepared.
Tamarin’s blow slashed close to him
But flailed amidst dead air.
Orn was quick to counter,
He lashed with dragon claw.
He heard the sound of ripping flesh
As blood poured from his jaw.
Tamarin lashed out in frustration,
Wiped the blood off of his chin,
Dragon fire shot from his mouth,
Raised from somewhere deep within.
This time Orn was quick to move,
He answered with his own.
Soon the sky was lit with flames
And smelled of acetone.
This went on for hours,
Two dragons locked in fight,
Flesh and blood were flying
With still no end in sight.
Just then, Orn got turned around --
His second big mistake.
And when he caught sight of his foe,
By then it was too late.
Tamarin struck him squarely,
He scored a solid hit,
Sending Orn across the lake,
Crashing flat into the cliff.
Orn felt his breath escape him,
Heard the breaking of his ribs,
He felt himself lose consciousness,
As down the ridge he slid.
Orn lay there for a short time,
It couldn’t have been long.
But when he looked up to the sky,
Tamarin was gone.
As he regained his focus,
He saw the eyes of red
Coming from across the lake
To make sure that he was dead.
Orn would have to find the strength
From somewhere deep inside,
For if he were to die this day,
He would do it in the sky.
He lifted himself off the ground;
He would finish this campaign!
He flew towards those two red eyes,
Ignoring all his pain.
Tamarin saw him coming,
They both picked up their speed.
He felt a joy rush through him --
He would watch this dragon bleed.
They hit each other in mid-air,
The sound was heard for miles.
The last thing Orn remembered
Was, he saw the princess smile.
The dragons both fell fast to earth,
Entangled in a ball.
The fire of Blood Lake closed in
And they hit it like a wall.
Legends live forever,
As long as we believe,
That life is what we celebrate
Death is what we grieve………..
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