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Post by frostdragon13 on Jul 13, 2006 8:58:30 GMT -5
This is based of an old Celtic myth in which a Red Welch dragon fights a White Saxton one to the death.
Where has he gone? The boy, the wizard's son, Who stares at the tower, with sad eyes?
And who, may I ask, Can hear the dungeon roar? Like an unsettled fire has Arisen,
Says the boy to the king, "I pray, sir, let me speak, Do you not know what lurks Beneath your tower?"
Says the king to the boy, "I dare not claim I know, But my mind is on the war, Not the tower."
"Then open the door, And let the dragons soar, To contenue the battle, Of the ages."
He did what he was told, And soared the dragons bold, One of red bearing the colors, Of the nation.
They fought and raised hell, Untill the Saxton fell, And the same came about, In the king's mind.
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Post by Jayda on Jul 13, 2006 11:46:21 GMT -5
That's awesome, Frosty! The epic-type things are simply the best Especially with dragons.
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Post by frostdragon13 on Jul 13, 2006 11:47:42 GMT -5
I think so. There's something that I can connect with about dragons. I don't know what it is, but it's there.
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Post by Gil Alexander on Jul 13, 2006 20:12:52 GMT -5
Solid storytelling here. But I think what makes this awesome is its flow. Which it does, quite well.
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Post by frostdragon13 on Jul 14, 2006 10:01:04 GMT -5
I'd sing it for you with my guitar... ...but I can't do that here. No MP3 files.
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