Prize Fighters

This is a prose about two dragons who fight for one prize.

For one golden apple
They will fight with all their might,
The rustling and glistening of scales
As the day turns into night.

As the stars are twinkling in the sky
The two dragons hiss and snarl,
For one golden prize
They will sacrifice thier lives.

Who will be the victor?
As the two differ in strength,
Teeth, tails and talons
Two horns crown each head.

One dragon with an aura of white
One dragon with black.

If the white dragon wins
The world will be peaceful and content,
If the black dragon wins
The world will perish beneath his contempt.

The horns of one dragon
Piercing anothers heart,
The drop of blood falls upon the earth
Who's will it be?

The black dragon falls from the sky
He has failed to do the deed,
The white dragon the victor
Glistening in all his glory.