Dragonrider

See the idle arrow That lingers on the string The swift bringer of downfall unto Beast and peasant, Earl and King The archer knows the language Of any beast of prey A poet of the arcane Who doth rhyme devoid of words to say A hornbow for the hunter Of scythian descent The recurve doth reflect the carmine Glowing of the mooon cresent The blood of our tribe Is bound to blood and war Today, Tomorrow, coming years As well as in the days of yore I am the last of the Dragonriders From the snow-mounds of Jotunheim By the will of the great decider My bow is my claim to fame Here are legends in the making And the gryphon guard the flame My fate is for the taking And Odin knows my name Atland dissapeared Taken by the sea And vanished with the sun-god To the oceans of eternity The hounds of holy bridget Came smiling at first But soon the face of greed displayed The sanctity of blood-thirst A glimpse into the future Is an echo from the past A lesson learned in great pain But alas forgotten twice as fast People change their values Kinsmen doth betray But the bloodline is forever bound To drop upon the thick of the fray I am the last of the Dragonriders From the snowmounds of Jotunheim By the will of the great decider My bow is my claim to fame Here are legends in the making And the gryphon guard the flame My fate is for the taking And Odin knows my name I'll see my bane before me Upon the last of the dragonships And I shall die in the waves of glory With my bow in an iron grip Like the oceans raging fury Shall my final arrow slip And my ending shall be gory With Odin's name on my lips I am the last of the Dragonriders From the snowmounds of Jotunheim By the will of the great decider My bow is my claim to fame Here are legends in the making And the gryphon guard the flame My fate is for the taking And Odin knows my name

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025