The Dragon Slayer

The sorcerer rolled aside to dodge the dragon's fire,
For out came the dragon flying on leather wings,
The beast's sight could stop a mortal heart,
But the sorcerer's veins flowed with elixir not blood,
From all his life ranging from swords to magic,
The sorcerer had never come so close to death.

"Cowards die many a times before their death"
These words, in the sorcerer, lit a fire,
All his life he had learned and practiced magic,
But it was courage that could kill the devil on wings,
Nerves of steel, skin of armour,sweat and blood,
Could only enable the sorcerer to destroy the black heart.

"O brave mortal, stand still while I peek in your heart"
The dragon's words were worse than death,
For though the sorcerer could defend his skin and blood,
He feared neither air nor water neither earth nor fire,
But his heart was as essential and delicate as a bird's wings,
For its defense, one cannot use words, swords or magic.

"You know our race speaks the language of Truth by His magic,
And I see doubt and fear in your pure powerful heart,
Your skill, which to your hard-work, adds golden wings,
Will now be of no use in your struggle against death"
The words of Truth put out the sorcerer's fire,
All that now remained in him was mere bones and blood.

When not an ounce of courage flowed in the sorcerer's blood,
A new hope dawned on him like a spell of healing magic,
For the Truth which the dragon spoke was flickered like fire,
Courage lies in changing the Truth, not taking it to the heart,
The sorcerer now fought with no fear of death,
And with secret spells and sword slashes he cut off the monster's wings.

The huge mass of evil lay motionless with wounds instead of wings,
And the victorious sorcerer stood bathing in sweat and blood,
A final stab or spell separated the monster from its death,
But Pity and Mercy were the first chapters of any book of magic,
The sorcerer withdrew after believing his win over the dragon's heart,
A thousand curses to that beast who rewarded him with deadly fire.

The sorcerer was engulfed in the fire, he went to heaven on angel's wings,
His body lost but his heart had won, just as his soul had won over his blood,
He realized that all his magic he learned in vain for true miracles happen after death.
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Poet's note: It is believed that dragon's speak in the purest language that is Truth, but Devil granted them an ability by which they could mold and play with words so that the Truth appeared false, hidden or distorted.