If you are still,
You will hear the hissing of the great dragon.
It dwells underground now,
But once it did not.
It was so powerful,
That the power consumed it.
The dragon went from wondrous creation,
To horrific destruction,
In the flitter of an eyelid.
A band of knights,
Kings of the realm,
Took it upon themselves to do something,
For the people were not safe,
From such consuming power.
They rode,
Searching for the creature.
They studied the stars,
Gazed into the cosmos,
And from the great hunter,
They were each given a belt,
And each belt had upon it,
A star shaped belt buckle made of gold.
They spoke with witches,
Consulting their haunts and lanes,
And from the witches,
They were each given a token,
And each token was blessed,
To protect them from the dark dangers.
They constructed weapons,
From dreams and visions they made,
And from the weapon,
They drew unimaginable strength,
And each one wore a torc,
To keep them united and enhanced.
Eventually,
When they were ready,
They ventured to the tallest hill,
Where they found the dragon.
They fought the mighty creature,
But each time one of them had the chance to kill,
They could not,
For they knew it was not evil,
Simply,
Overwhelmed by itself.
They decided instead,
To lull it to sleep.
One of the knights ventured to the forest,
Where he met with the Lord,
And was given a gift,
The horned ones pipe.
The knight returned,
And played a tune,
Which made the dragon sleep,
And as it did slumber,
They began to dig,
A great hole,
And they buried the dragon underground.
There it could live,
In peace.
The knights knew the power was there,
And when they needed it,
They stabbed their swords into the ground,
And drew out the power of the dragon.
The power was great.
The knights knew the power was great,
And when they thought,
They realised that others would misuse it,
And so they stood, guarding the hill.
They waited,
And waited,
And as they grew older,
They turned to stone,
To guard the dragon forever.