The Dragon's Mountain

By: Kyleath Posted on: November 29, 2008

Written in classical Terza Rima. Where memory fades, art flourishes.

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All of Sapience heard that scream

That filled their ears with despair

And the world moved as if in a dream.

Death filled that scorching air

Steaming with the dragon's fire

Too much for one city to bear.

Cyrene's state was growing dire,

Blood stained the cobbled streets

As Ainghaeal flew ever higher.

Soon came Achaea's elites

To try and fight the hell-born beast.

Days ended with their defeat.

Warriors traveled from the east

And passing through the city gates,

Was everything: Paladin to priest.

They came from many city-states.

Testing their mortal might

And tempting the wrathful Fates.

The dragon, sensing a fight,

Swept down at a small band.

That was one wild night.

They had no tactics planned.

The bloody carnage soon stacked

And their death was at hand.

But blood dripped from his back

And mixing his blue with red

He fell to the marble step's black.

The embodiment of dread,

The beast of the blood lust,

Only terrorizing the dead.

The marble steps will turn to dust,

But the legacy of that mountain

However must be discussed.

To remember: they built a fountain

To remember all of the lives scarred

To remember the beast of the mountain.

No longer is he the song of bards

Instead are songs of his Nest

And Blu, Cyrene's faithful guard.

Putting our fighters to the test

Ainghaeal's legacy lives again

And crowns our city's best.

Remember well that dragon's mountain

Remember her to the bitter end.