The dragon atop the hill.

  Insurmountable will.

  With impenetrable scales.

  And two tales.

  To tell.

  It will laugh at the ground we stand upon and bid us farewell.

  We fight.

  We kill.

  We die on the hill.

  The one we never cross

  For alone we are.

  Divided we are.

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  And it contributes to all our loss.

  There is no way

  To point and say

  That person is at fault!

  Money follows war, as crows follow death.

  So we take the money where crows do not follow.

  If only it were this way.

  But as the people say.

  Pick a side or your skull is hollow.

  Your parents warn you to not talk to strangers.

  But they forgot to tell you not to listen to them.

  They have a sweet tongue to draw you near.

  And soon you’re under their thumb.

  I am right, you are wrong.

  My friend, the dragon burns villages alight and cools the volcanoes with a single breath.

  So we send the knights.

  No, we send a knight. They send a demon, a demon to destroy our town.

  Forget the dragon. The knight's duty is to kill the other knight.

  Up the hill.

  The dragon is a coward.

  The dragon has no feet.

  It is forced to fly.

  To beat its wings until it dies.

  But we don’t know that.

  The dragon wins

  And so do we

  Mistaking the taste of pain for the taste of victory.

  And the dragon laughs.