Dragon Dreams
by this Elizabeth
I am from Begma
where skies are bereft;
thus our enigma -
our dragons have left.
So there are stories
and drawings on sheilds
but no more glory
do dragons there yield.
Perhaps they're sleeping
under verdant hills
perhaps they're resting
rebuilding their wills.
Or they have left us
and so we do dream
of magnificence
borne on strong wings.
Francesca the girl
in windows did sit
and sing a girl's song
with dragons in it.
Lord Wyvern the Cursed
Mihaly the Wise
Mispesti the Bold
and Devon who dies
drink round the table
drink round the lies
drink round the table
Sir Devon who dies
Sir Devon's a-stealing
Mihaly advised
from the West Dragon
who stares with one eye
drink round the table
drink round the lies
drink round the table
Sir Devon who dies
Damn my fool child
said Wyvern the Cursed
he who pokes dragons
well deserves the worst
drink round the table
drink round the lies
drink round the table
Sir Devon who dies
Mispesti the Bold
ruled all of the West
in mountains so cold
ruled all of the rest
drink round the table
drink round the lies
drink round the table
Sir Devon who dies
Sir Devon's a-shivering
Sir Devon's a fool
Sir Devon's forgot
Mihaly's gold rule
drink round the table
drink round the lies
drink round the table
Sir Devon who dies
Mispesti plays fair
and lays out the game
Sir Devon cheats twice
and then passes blame
drink round the table
drink round the lies
drink round the table
Sir Devon who dies
'A Cursed Man'd damn you
a wize man'd tell tales
but this bold dragon
won't give up his scales'
drink round the table
drink round the lies
drink round the table
Sir Devon who dies
Sir Devon is dull
some might say obtuse
so he cried 'damn you'
and tied his own noose
drink round the table
drink round the lies
drink round the table
Sir Devon who died
Mispesti the Bold
found it quite glum
and sent his best girl
out for more rum.
drink round the table
drink round the lies
drink round the table
Sir Devon who died.
