The initial opening to a longer poem |
(Please excuse the minimal punctuation) In the hours of loneliest night I set down theses words by the lamp's light For I wish to record a most wonderful tale Of a prince and a princess and the dragon's scale It all began on a cold winter's night When a little village awoke in fright At the horrible sound of some beast's roar Then all fell silent and they slept once more It wasn't till dawn when they found the horse Half eaten up, that they knew the source The manner of beast which in the night did wail For lying on the ground was a dragon's scale It was large as a cartwheel and made of gold And when it was lifted took three men to hold Laughter broke out and they all capered around But amidst the excitement an old man frowned Stop this foolishness the man cried to the crowd Waiting for silence before speaking out loud 'Tis an evil gift evil indeed For dragon's gold fills a heart with greed You all know the legends and what they tell Look not at the gold or deeper the spell We must take it away before we are lost And only evil into our heart's has crossed I fear not this spell spoke a stranger from the side I fear nothing at all 'cept my soon-to-be bride And if you allow me I would buy your scale For it pleases me with it's yellow so pale The crowd turned as the stranger's voice spoke And saw a young man in a threadbare cloak Who are you asked the old man. His eyes ablaze That treads forward a fool where a wise man stays Who am I you ask in a voice that demands Why I'm Prince Kiranon from far distant lands Searching the world for the one I'll marry Going on where a wise man would tarry Then Kiranon removed his threadbare cloak Causing the old man to near have a stroke For revealed to all was armour and sword Of such quality befitting a lord As all of you can plainly now see There is more that what you thought of me So why don't you take the old man's advice Get rid of it now for a handsome price |