Zadok the Dragon

Mighty Zadok, a dragon was he.
Green were his scales, sharp were his claws
Fast were his wings, strong were his jaws
His breath was of fire, his eyes were as ice.
In the land of Darloc, he exacted a price
For the peasants were weak, in terror they fled.
Those who remained are roasted and dead.
Zadok feasted upon them for hour after hour
Gorging and feeding until each was devoured.
Zadok roared and pillaged on forth
And came to a kingdom up in the north.
He ate every man, and burned every house.
Nothing survived, not even a mouse.
He gorged and and feasted until the next day
Until he went on to his terrible way.
He flew in the sky, a frightful beast,
Seeking as always, a gruesome feast.
Settling down in a quiet small village,
He roared his bright flame in terrible pillage.
Zadok, he stole all their jewels and gold
And then he ate them, the young and the old.
No one was spared, all were consumed.
Every last person on Earth was doomed.
At last, with a belly full, he declared himself king.
He put on a crown, a robe, upon his claw was a ring.
"I am your lord, I am your lord,"
Said he, and he bellowed and roared.
But alas, he looked around and saw with a stun,
None had survived, none at all, not a one.
He could not be king, he had no one to rule
And so he wondered why fate had been so cruel.
Lonely Zadok, a dragon was he.