The drunk Zamos, eloping with the wind
Stumbles upon the altar, dazed and cold
Awestruck as plans fit like a glove, he grinned,
The Dragon sleeps in coats of metal mould.
Incantations under the moon—"Awaken!"
Patina cracks through roaring thunder clouds
Fiery breaths of journeys undertaken
Were all in vain as beast complains aloud
"The knights have sought to slay me far too long!"
The monster dared to speak its heavy heart.
"Although I have but done to them no wrong,
Only in death can my wisdom impart."
And so, The Dragon flew away to die
Whilst mad magician—at a loss for why.