Shady Dragon

Shining as a star,
In the shady dark sky.
Could you see the dragon,
Up there so high.
Whose fiery breathe,
Can melt the whole sky.

Some called it a myth,
That dragon's don't exist.
Some said it's...
A flying witch.
That knows..
A hundred magic tricks.

All the king's men,
Wanted to slay it.
But the dragon was colossal,
Stood tall than the castle.
What was it a monster,
Or a beast.
Till now nobody knows,
What it really needs?

The dragon just flying,
As fast as light.
Down on the ground,
Watching people fight.
The myth was finally solved,
It was the witch.
That took a dragon's form.

When asked by the king,
Why did she choose such a monstrous look?
Her answer was simple.
So that you die as a martyr,
Not as a soldier.