A witch's lament

Indeed yes, indeed,
The Old Dragon is freed!

Sometime this night, when the dark's most profound,
The sky will turn red, and the mountains will bleed,
And people will scream, while they're running around,
"Indeed yes, Indeed, the old dragon was freed!"

Far from the village you'll hear a faint rumble,
that grows and keeps growing, your eardrums will break,
And when it gets closer your house starts to tumble,
There's not only noise now, there's also a quake,

You notice a head, which is horribly foul,
no smooth scaly head moving subtly with grace,
but jagged and matching the permanent growl,
just big yellow eyes make it look like a face,

Then right when you think, this is not getting worse,
the beast lifts its wings and prepares to take flight,
the sky's fully vanished and just like a curse,
the air knocks you down, when it starts gaining height,

Maybe you'll suffer the whole way to death,
or maybe you're lucky left quickly behind,
or lose all awareness, when smelling its breath,
whatever befalls you, just keep this in mind:

Try to escape, or attempt to embrace,
the imminent horror, the imminent pain,
surrender won't end it, you won't win the chase,
all actions are futile, you will die in vain,

Be scared, cause indeed,
The Old Dragon is freed!