ancient (part2)

The dragon swooped down with a thunderous roar, Its flames turned the skies red, and the earth to gore, Fear spread through Eldoria, like a rampant blaze, The end of their peace, seemed just a gaze. The king, he stepped forth, his heart ablaze, His eyes held determination, amidst the haze, To the ancient tower, he strode with might, To claim the Sword of Destiny and set things right. The Sword of Destiny, aglow with power, Shone in the king's hand, in the darkest hour, He faced the dragon, their eyes did meet, On the battleground where destiny and fate greet. A clash of powers, a dance of death, Fire and steel met, in a fiery breath, The battle raged on, under the moon's pale light, A struggle of ages, a spectacular sight. At dawn's first light, the battle was done, The dragon lay defeated, the king had won, He returned to his queen, their joy knew no bounds, Once again, peace in Eldoria surrounds. Thus ends our tale, of legend and lore, Of a king and a dragon, and the battle they bore, In the land of fantasy, where dreams take flight, Where courage prevails, and love is the knight. oh