a poem to put your own meaning to

Darlia the dragon

Darlia was tall

Darlia was brave

Darlia always saved the day

She was young

She was fast

She would lash her tail to protect

She was smart

She was beautiful

She was known by all in the land

Alas she grew old

Her tales still young and bold

But over time and time again

Generations feared her presence

Twisting her memories

from sweet and courageous 

To murderous and self-serving

she grew mad and tried to speak

but they would always scream and be disruptive

once they burned down her well earned home

her heart was broken and turned to stone

yes indeed she turned into a beast

a beast they always claimed her to be