When sky was new


    The dragon flew


    The world was brightly waking


    And far he roamed


    Till he found home


    Amid the mountains quaking


    His fire was proud


    His roar was loud


    His hoard of gold he cherished


    His every scale


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    And all who fought him perished


    I went to seek


    His rocky peak


    But did not look for treasure


    Here was a sage


    Who’d lived an age


    With stories beyond measure


    I’ll admit fear


    As I drew near


    To this lord among peasants


    “And who are thee


    Who doth not flee


    In my most frightful presence?”


    I gave a bow


    “A man who now


    Has gazed ‘pon your great thunder


    The tales are true


    Great sir, for you


    I’ve brought three songs of wonder”


    “Very well then”


    He spoke again


    And made a boulder crumble


    “Then play for me


    Your wonders three”


    He said in a near rumble


    I sang of old


    And dragons bold


    And tales of ancient magic


    Then silver swords


    And knights and lords


    Last, poetry so tragic


    When I was spent


    The dragon went


    Tears fell, he could not bear it


    “You’ve played that well


    Now I will tell


    A yarn of equal merit”


    He gave to me


    A grand story


    Of deeds so great and vile


    And I left him


    With life and limb


    And tales worth the trial


    Though gone these days


    With their old ways


    As June fades to December


    The old soothsayer


    Waits in his lair


    For those who dare remember