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

Was tough as mail

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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