There once was a deer, sad and alone
But up above he heard a voice crone
Flying on his wings of black
A large crow landed on his back
“I have something that can help you, little deer
Come, I will show you, it is just over here.”
The crow then flew on the low summer breeze
And the deer followed, weaving through the trees
They soon reached a cave, dark and wide
And the deer entered, craving for his pride
The deer didn’t know, that hiding in the deep
A great evil Dragon awoke from his sleep
There soon was a roar, then a chilling crunch
And the crow flew off, to get the dragon’s next lunch.