The sun rose from below the waves
As the demons flew on high,
The two stone towers of the enclave
Lay peaceful beneath the sky.

But as the sun dispelled the night,
A sentry looked above,
And saw the dragons in their flight,
Like old tales spoke of.

He rang the bell and shouted out
The knights became alarmed,
Jumped from their beds and ran about
A general call to arms.

Before the fighting men came round,
The dragons struck with force,
The impact made an awful sound,
The towers were its source.

With scaly flesh and iron claw,
It ripped the roof and wall,
It then came back a second time
And watched the towers fall.

The second one with fiery breath,
Ignited thatch and wood,
The fire burned and brought the death,
The dragons knew it would.

They circled once then flew away,
Leaving the charred vicinity,
More than the towers were lost that day,
The enclave lost serenity.