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 dragons
Who lived in days of old.

This mare's name was Adrianne
And 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 find
The greatest prize: the queen of dragons.
They packed weapons, clothes, and warm, sweet bread
And some water in a flagon.

They searched for many days and nights
Until 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 over
To 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 on
To 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 peacefully
As 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 Adrianne
And her scalely children bold.
Their tale is one that should never
Be forgotten and left to mold.



Written by K. Zinck,
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