Dragon's Choice

When she roars, the world shakes,
the air trembles and the earth breaks.
When she screams, the sky wavers,
the sea foams, fire quavers.
When she glares, the mountains bend,
the storm recoils, time wants to end,
and when she flies beneath the stars,
they start to sing of beauty from afar.

She is power, her grip is death,
her tears are blood, fire her breath,
and when she comes, you cannot go,
you can't break from her red eye's glow.
Gleeming teeth adorn her jaws,
she bares them, grinning at your awe,
wanting to live, you desperatly grope,
for something to hold. It's a forlorn hope.

For what is hope in the face of death?
When you are struck by a dragon's breath?
There is no escape, you cannot run.
The beast has chosen. Ït shall be done.