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Good evening. I'm Lune and I like to tell stories. This one is called:
“Dragon Song”
the springtime of dragons
there was much to behold
the dreamers walked hand in hand
with the children of old
each glen and each treetop
was alive with the songs
we danced then in merriment
and traveled along
sing oh the dragon's song
and look to the sky
in fear and in reverie
to see where they fly
in mountains of dreaming
in caves made of stone
the dragons lounge peacefully
sharing their home
contented and kindly
protecting their gold
they bask in the season's grace
and never grow old
the summer of dragons
saw war on the ground
soldiers marched in lock step
for battles were bound
the fields were in chaos
with rivers of blood
the children were gone now
a mother's lost love
sing oh the dragon's song
and look to the sky
in fear and in reverie
to see if they fly
in mountains of solitude
in caves made of stone
the dragons wait patiently
defending their home
cautious and hopeful
protecting their gold
they wait for the season's change
and never grow old
the autumn of dragons
spoke only of loss
the fighting was over
at a too high a cost
the homes were all broken
the children in graves
the dragons had fled the land
retreating to caves
sing oh the dragon's song
and look to the sky
in fear and in reverie
to see if they fly
in mountains of memory
in caves made of stone
the dragons sleep quietly
alone in their home
peaceful and dreaming
protecting their gold
they mourn for the season's change
and so they grow old
the winter of dragons
when all hope had fled
the hearth fires remembered
the laughing dead
the fields had all burned
no food in their bowls
and no warmth could thaw
the cold in their souls
sing oh the dragon's song
and look to the sky
in fear and in reverie
to see if they fly
in mountains of nevermore
in caves made of stone
the dragons slept quietly
but now they are gone
gone with the season's change
to fate dark and cold
lost in the dreaming's end
or so we are told
the age of the dragons
has long since expired
the mothers have passed
their hands had grown tired
remember their story
never forget
the songs of the dragons
the quiet lament
sing oh the dragon's song
and look to the sky
in fear and in reverie
to see if they fly
in mountains of nevermore
in caves made of stone
the dragons slept quietly
but now they are gone
gone with the season's change
to fate dark and cold
lost in the dreaming's end
or so men are told
they were lost to the dreaming's end
or so I am told
There is a split dedication here.
First, to the direct inspiration for this work. I used to play an RPG called Changeling: the Dreaming, produced by White Wolf Publishing. And yes, I am an out and proud LARPer. This isn't directly inspired by a game I played, just the themes of the setting.
Second, to the indirect inspiration for this work. Sting. There is a lot of his influence in here. The man is a genius and I would not be the artist I am without him. I can almost hear him performing this song, on his lute, to a tavern full of adventurers.
Those are all the tales I have to tell today. You can reach me via email, thoseindarkness (at) gmail (dot) com. No other socials for the moment…
Thank you for listening. I hope you felt something.
I'm Lune and remember: Don't feel the Yagoi. That is all.