Thus The Last Dragon:

Thus danced the last Dragon,
Weaving body and neck,
Eyes glinting in moonlight,
Her breathing in check.

Then breathed the last Dragon,
Both fire and dark smoke,
Bowing this way and that,
Around the Wise Oak.

Thus sang the last Dragon,
Songs old before Time,
The Myth of the Making,
The Tale of the Dying.

Farewell bid the last Dragon,
To the last Unicorn, who saw
The Storm of the Coming,
Shatter all from Before.

Thus ate the last Dragon
Of the poison of Man,
Her dance growing slower,
Her will closing down.

Thus drank the last Dragon
Of man's execrable bile,
Her kind now departed
To make way for his guile.

Thus wept the last Dragon,
By her True Love of old,
His body all stiffened,
Unresponding and cold.

Thus died the last Dragon,
For crass humankind, 
Who were well cursed by Satan
To a life of the blind.

And blind without magic,
They lived in the Dark,
Their savagery growing,
Their future stark.

And on as they plundered,
Pillaged and wrecked,
Mother Earth and the Oak, 
Together they wept.