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Oh, great and mighty Dragon,
With thy scales a shade of night,
Hath come to take that which is thine,
In the castle of ruin atop the hill.
Laying in wait,
Is thy hoard of gold,
of which crowns of ancient kings passed,
Rests in among the piles of gold and diamonds.
Thy mighty wings carry thee,
Over the mountains and seas,
And over the forests and lakes,
Man sees thy great beauty.
Oh, great and mighty Dragon,
thou keepest to thy word,
Thou hast not supped on man,
As thou hast promised in thy tongue.
And yet we fear thee above all else,
Even in the heavens up above,
We fear thy fire and thy wrath,
And the fury of thy hand.
 LittleDragon8990 · Fri Dec 04, 2009 @ 02:04am · 1 Comments |
