Page 139 of Quicksilver

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and was filled with a rage

the likes of which unseen

in more than an age.

But the king held his nerve

and raised up his sword,

and the wolves showed their courage

’fore the drake and the horde.

Their ears rang aloud

with the Kingfisher’s cry

that those who stood with him

might fall, but not die.

For their sacrifice was great,

and so was the cost.

But those that they saved

would e’er remember the lost.

So they scaled the great drake,

the last of his name.

They did it for Ajun,

Not glory, nor fame.

And the drake knew his power.

He started to gloat,

but the King saw his chance and

drove steel down his throat.

The drake he did tremble

and started to choke,

his evil, rank maw

filling up with black smoke.

He thrashed and he bellowed

did old Omnamshacry,

but the reaper had claimed him,

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