In the ancient tomes
Of forgotten lore
Is the tale of a realm
From days of yore.
Tis a magick forest
Known as Dragon's Myst.
Where the timbers twine
And branches twist.
This ancient wood
Lies in shadow and fog
Surrounded by moor
And treacherous bog.
Few have ventured
Into this dark land
Of choking vines
And thick tree stand.
It's secrets shrouded
By enchanted mist,
Hidden from man,
By the sun never kissed.
Tis said those who enter
Never return.
They lie buried in black soil
Neath elder and fern.
Their spirits left
To forever dwell
'Tween the worlds,
This side of the veil.
Their souls conquered
By a mythical beast.
Scourge of the West,
Guardian of the East.
Tis the great, wise dragon,
Fire Wyrm of the clan.
This sacred wood his
Since the dawn of man.
The dragon lies deep
In his cavernous lair.
The smoke of his breath
Hangs thick in the air.
He guards the treasures
Of the Goddess' glen,
Tempting bait
For foolhardy men.
The bones of his victims
Lay scattered about,
Mere tokens of battles
Long ago played out.
The dragon reigns fierce
O'er his magickal wood.
Punishing evil,
Rewarding good.
For the dragon knows
What lies in thy heart.
To the purest of souls,
His wisdom impart.
Those who seek treasure
Will find only death.
Their reward the fire
Of the dragon's breath.
Those who seek knowledge,
The dragon implore.
If thine heart be true,
The great mysteries explore.
This forest now
Lays hidden from man.
Dragon weaving his magick
To hide from the clan.
Only lore remains now
To be reminisced
Of the magickal realm
Of Dragon's Myst.

... Moone

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