The foe of the Serpent
Is the Dragon
No true crawling viper
But a black robed-mage
Heart darker then garb of night
Hand adrip with blood
His spells so deep
Crawl and creep
Beyond death and passing years
Kings falling, towers crumbling
Always watching,
Lurking in shadows
Slithering in dark dreams
The Serpent Who Shall Rise Again
Whispers he to princes
Steal he into minds by night
Men of malice chant his name
Gasping fools fill his fane
Crowns tumble before his fangs
Men mutter of him and cower
True crawling viper, after all
Yet stand against him not in vain
Keep sword shape to be his bane
Stray not to peaks snow-clocked deep
Ruins forgot, not echoing gort
Hunt no wyrms, gold aseeking
For the foe of the Serpent
Is the Dragon
