The Dragon's Lair ( Long Epic )

I am dispatched by the Elves, a dragon I’m to kill.

Gold and Silver is my payment, my pack I am to fill.

I ride to ancient lands, where man no longer lives.

But dragons do fly freely, lives are theirs to take or give.

The land is scorched and burning, smoking from the fire.

The plains are way too low, I must climb up higher.

Up into the mountains, the lair I must now reach.

I know all the answers, to the lessons that they teach.

How dragons they are ancient, and wise beyond belief.

If you see one and survive, it’s more then a relief.

I make it up the mountain, and walk into a cave.

I feel an evil presence there, yet still I must be brave.

I smell the burning sulfur, they eat to make their fire.

But greed leads me on, for a kingdom’s my desire.

I come upon the dragon, sleeping soundly on his nest.

Gold, silver, and jewels, are piled around his breast.

He awoke and made a gurgling noise, one I’ll not soon forget.

His eyes are whirling madly, and I can feel the threat.

“Why are you here human?” He roared just to inquire.

The last thing that I see, are the flames of dragon fire.

 

~ Dragon fire ~

~ Dragon fire ~

~ Dying from the heat
~

 

We were told of a hero, one the Elves did hire.

Tried to kill a dragon, was killed by dragon fire.

Heard the tale in a tavern, by the keeper of the inn.

“We can kill this creature.” I said with a grin.

It is a mighty journey, but we make it to the lair.

Two horses we do lose, our equipment does show wear.

But I find a magic lute, by a pathway as we climb.

It's beautiful beyond compare, once I cleaned off all the
grime.

We hope the music will entrance, the huge and mighty beast.

I do not wish to become, the main item of a feast.

We find the dragon eating, his forelimb on a head.

Ripping flesh off of bones, I hope his pray is dead.

I play the lute to soothe the beast, but nothing does occur.

He is on me in an instant, I see nothing but a blur.

“I have a riddle for you.” He crooned into my ear.

He whispers to me his riddle, I then shake with fear.

“What is it you can keep, after giving it away?”

I don’t know the answer, I don’t know what to say.

I am frozen here with fear, like ice over mire.

Then I’m scorching hot, consumed by dragon fire.

 

~ Dragon fire ~

~ Dragon fire ~

~ Covers like a sheet
~

 

The reputation of a creature, spread throughout the land.

Multitudes of people gather, to try and make a stand.

But every one has faltered, every one has failed.

No one here is wiser, then this creature that is tailed.

He asks them all a riddle, the answer they should know.

He’s trying just to teach them, but they will never grow.

They only want to kill him, one day they may succeed.

He’s giving them pure knowledge, something that they need.

He’s older then the mountains, say the rumors that do fly.

Men just keep on going there, some of them will die.

Man now has encampments, at the bottom of the peak.

They pay to go up there, to hear the dragon speak.

They refuse to heed his warnings, won’t listen to his words.

None of them are noble men, all of them are curds.

He must be getting tired, for some have now escaped.

He probably just let them go, their mouths stuck all agape.

A boy has now been chosen, for this mission to conclude.

Ballads sung of heroes lost, his name they will include.

He’s started up the mountain, I hear his mother weep.

I can see that he is frightened, but his promise he does
keep.

 

~ Dragon’s lair ~

~ Dragon’s lair ~

~ Smells like a
battlefield ~

 

As I leave my mother crying, for the son that she has lost.

I think I need to win here, kill the dragon at all cost.

I wonder how they chose me, to go out upon this quest?

I haven’t got a clue, I’ll have to do my best.

With a sword around my waist, I feel just like a knight.

Outside I’m very calm, but inside I feel fright.

I stop to pick up dragon scale, to make myself a shield.

Protection from the dragon fire, so my sword I can wield.

I make it to the dragon’s lair, the smell is very foul.

I see a dragon’s wing tip, I hear a dragon’s growl.

A burst of flame takes over, when the dragon does exhale.

The flame never touches me, not hat, hide, or chain mail.

Did I hear correctly? Did the dragon really laugh?

Was that a smile upon his face? It was hook shaped like a
gaff.

“Come closer boy” he said, “You’re a smart one I can tell.”

“By the way you protect yourself, by the way you smell.”

“So answer this here question, if you have the wits.”

“But answer incorrectly, you’ll be thrown in the pits.”

“What is it you can keep, after giving it away?”

“Why, your word!”
I shouted boldly, and proudly walked away.

 

~ Dragon scale ~

~ Dragon scale ~

~ To make the perfect
shield ~

 

I tell the boy to stop, he can’t just walk away.

The answer to my question, is the first test of the day.

Man is taking over, just by what he knows.

We are dying out, yet their population grows.

We need a new young human, to train and to teach.

To teach the ancient things, like science, magic, speech.

As I gaze upon the boy, I can tell he’s pure of heart.

Now he needs to pack his things, get ready to depart.

I can tell he is no glutton, no gold tries to steal.

I tell him to take some, it was part of the deal.

He wants to see his mother, just to say good-bye.

I tell him it’s not possible, I think he wants to cry.

This boy is the perfect man, to be the world’s first wizard.

Man will soon forget us, call me a flying lizard.

He packs up his gear, and puts it on my back.

Just a real cheap sword, and a scruffy looking pack.

I tell him of a king, who has not yet been born.

Whose name will be Arthur, he’ll be a mighty lord.

“He will call you Merlin, seek out your advise.”

“Until the day that wizards too, will come to their demise.”

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