The rain fell heavy upon the town.

As the stranger drew his unused blade.

A battle would ensue today.

Hungry steel would meet a starving fire.

Leaving carnage on the ground

And ashes in the air.

The beast was ready for a fight today.

Its claws tearing at the ground.

Eyes locked upon the naked blade.

Held by the armored stranger to this town.

An eerie coldness creeps into the air.

Threatening the dragon’s eternal fire.

The stranger swings his trusted blade.

His voice bellows a challenge in the air.

To which dragon merely stomps the ground.

People peer to witness the battle of today.

Knowing soon the streets will bathe in fire.

They have little hope for their muddy town.

The dragon launches a spout of fire.

Determined to live and win today.

The stranger feels the energy in the air.

Letting it course along his blade.

Ignoring the quiet from the shabby town.

As he bats the fire into the ground.

The dragon soars into the air.

Leaving footprints made of fire.

It soars and roars above the town.

Always eying the stranger on the ground.

A dangerous opponent has arrived today.

One who possesses the fearsome blade.

The dragon darts toward the distant ground.

Aiming for the intruder within his little town.

Hoping to win the day with hellish fire.

Never see a subtle glimmer in the air.

Until its chest is ruptured by thrown blade.

Making the great defender fall today.

(This poem style is called a Sestina and consists of 6 stanzas/6 lines each.  The same six words are used to end the lines in a stanza, but each word is in a different position with no repetition.  At least that’s how the style was explained to me and this was my first attempt with it.)