Dragon's Tail-A poem

The dragon lies in his lair,  belching smoke and flames,

And when he steps out of his cave,  he endeavours

To cover his cowering minions with dust covered wings,

"Sure I am the prince of peace, lucifer incarnate" and

Flaps the stubs of his wings as he lets out a belch of

Rotten flesh and food gone bad!

All the while his minions cowering do lie, glancing at

This amazing apparition, a little man in tattered rags does bat

With his staff at the serpent tail of the fiery dragon,  and at

Once does the dragon gasp in pain as his  tail does quiver with

The insult of one so humble! 'What doest thou to render me 

So weak before the minions that cower before me?'

And even as he writhes in pain and ego hurt so bad,the

Dragon does slip into his lair so dark, to lighten the

Slight that offended so! And all the while do minions the

Offence do salve, but as they slip into the lair with the stench

Are greeted! And as the mighty dragon does see his minions,

With cracking jaws and rumbling stomach he he rolls around!

And even as he devours his minions weak, his tail does sweep

The air around. And as the weak, pathetic minions do scurry deep,

The evil tail does seek the gathered throng. A deep rumble does seep

Through the parted lips, the one with thick neck did fall so fast! But where

Did one with tattered rags flee so fast? An insult he delivered none too nice!

And thus does groan, the prince of confusion gnashing his fangs on empty air.

And so advances the mighty dragon, avid and livid,but with a shrivelled tail

That scorpions would shame he drags his ego so hurt, a wail

Does creep from twisted throat! And as the one who support did wail

As the dust of crushed flesh bones he sailed to fall into a pit of defiled

Filth, all smeared with his lord''s scum, 'O prince of confusion, why do you

Gnash your teeth, for surely have I treated you with care?'

But then with a mighty belch of  and flames does the mighty beast,

Shrivel into his skin, with hurt so sore that his sting did rob, the feast

To rob of grovelling minions with souls so weak, what'd happen to the least

Of the servants that saw their Lord smitten by one so weak? And as they

See their prince of confusion eaten up by his own doubts, they scurry to

Escape the end of their lives even as the cave mouth is shut!

Thus do the minions and their Lord coil over each other in slug fest

Of corruption and stink so bad that should the odours escape past

The sealed lips of the lair, befuddled and would others be. Lost

And wandering, doddering fools that evil would embrace, even as

Their Lord does belch the noxious fumes. But all the while does the

Beggar outside pluck the strings of his instrument!

With a final loud bang does the door shut down on the evil Dragon and his host

Now a parody of his old self, brought down by a beggar with robes lost

In the music he creates, of serpent stings that burst,

Even as the sun did sink, for battles that were won,

Not with force, but modesty so profound, that you and me did treat

With the story of the mighty dragon brought down by one strike!

But then, as the sun does sink, to my bed I needs must go, for

Time is so short,and the games that people do play for

Times that come, of devious minds that innocent souls for

Breakfast do claim even as they wait for the night to dawn!

However, the mighty dragon, one last bellow does release,

To claim what is not his but the I guess it's time to get up!

The dragon's not yet done, and as the stone does roll over

The cave's entrance, he shouts, 'how dare you claim the cover

Of being devout when all that there is the power that I would deliver

The power that you would want, women and wine and joys of life,

To smother one and all, for I am the prince of confusion, lucifer brought down

With a scorpion's tail and sting so sharp that your senses it would dull!'

But then the caves's entrance has been blocked so close,

Even while the beggar outdoors strums his instrument so close

To his chest even as the dragon and his minions do doze,

With opiates that mind do dull, and while they wait for their lord to wake,

With baited breath they wait for scraps to throw, for kingdoms so small,

Satisfied they'd be, with gifts to shame for souls they've sold to flatter one.

Even as the prince of sleep does in deep growl groan of powers lost

 In a cave so dark lies he, waiting to feed on feeble minds in a world lost

That contented does sleep, but dreams so well of power to keep and boast!

And while the sun does speed, and clouds do crawl stings do seek for prey new!

  Imprisoned, abandoned, he lies in dungeon so dark  waiting and waiting.

But will come for stench so bad of rot so sick!