Before the wall of fire... The knight was standing brave...

He heard the Dragons fighting... And tearing down the cave...

Yet Morrowyn was still singing... and his armour then did glow...

Her voice was something magickal... like a stream of sparkled flow..

With an oath he stepped forth.. as the fires moved aside...

Bespelled from shattered beauty... he would take her for his bride...

The ground began to shake... the stones began to…

A Dragon's Tale



Long ago... in times forgot....

There lived a princess...who had been caught...

Her father the king... sent word to each town...

To he that returned her... would inherit his crown....

And though many had gone... most had never came back...

For her captor was a dragon... named "Fafnir the Black..."

Their tales spoke of caverns.. which had been littered with gold...

And the sounds of Morrowyn's songs... and her…