The Knight's Horse & The Dragons
Once upon a time long past,There once was a story the bards often told
Of a brave mare and her adopted dragonsWho lived in days of old.
This mare's name was AdrianneAnd belonged to the knight Sir Mark.
They were dragon slayers, ruthless for sure,And in the service of Old King Park.
One day they went to go and findThe greatest prize: the queen of dragons.
They packed weapons, clothes, and warm, sweet breadAnd some water in a flagon.
They searched for many days and nightsUntil at last they found her.
Sleeping, on a rock, in the warm spring sun,Lay the queen of dragons: the great Emalire.
Sir Mark did slay the helpless queen.Without any mercy, but much bloodlust.
But Adrianne saw something that made her buck.She threw her knight, and crushed him to dust.
The troubled mare trotted overTo the great bloodied rock, in slight fear.
She looked in a crevice and confirmed what she had saw:Three large eggs; the heirs of Emalire.
That day, Adrianne's heart had changed.She pitied the eggs, on their lonely shelf.
She then decided, from then onTo raise these dragons herself.
Tinel, Lasair, and Dearg they were;The heirs of the dragon throne.
Adrianne loved them, and they loved her,For she loved them as her own.
But Adrianne grew old and sick.Her breathes were few, for her time had come.
Her dragons wept great boiling tears;They didn't want to farewell their mum.
Adrianne died quite peacefullyAs a friend of dragons and a mother.
Her dragons mourned and wept some more.For them, there was no other.
So that is the story of AdrianneAnd her scalely children bold.
Their tale is one that should neverBe forgotten and left to mold.
Written by K. Zinck,
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