Tales of Olde
Alan, L. Death's rattle escapes the dragon's throat
In his victory, Raven does not gloat
The death of the dragon he sorely grieves
In reverence he entombs the body and leaves
Nothing is plundered for wizard, self, or king
Riding away, unsure of the path he is now taking
Homeless and exiled with a lifetime to wander
Is this a curse or a gift? He is doomed to ponder.
Enter a land of magic and mayhem. In the north are the snow-covered peaks of t...