Was on the road it stud
The morn a chill
Was great and tall
Three heads it had upon his frame
Was two hour from when we left
Was the master rode his horse of white
On a donkey’s back I sat
Cold from the chill a blanket I drew
Then was the breath of the dragon came
Was hot the flame and his eyes black like coal
The screaming roar was heard
Was arched the back of the dragon
Was the master then who drew his sword
Was in fear I looked upon the seen
Was then suddenly quiet fell
The dragon upon the master looked
Then spoke
Go thee no further
Quiet fell again
Was then the master took to speech
Aside you will stand for it is a quest I’m on
Time I have not to waste on a dragon tales
Then through me you must go
I will not stand aside
Was the fear return to me
Was what was now not for me to watch
Was the screaming roar heard again
Was the battle sounds came next
Then quiet again returned
Was me I looked upon the seen
Was dragon lie there in his own defeat
Was now forward we were to go
Was the mound we were in search
Was the angel there that waited
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