Blade and Fang

An IronAge.Media Prompt - The Pair.

Of tales told of old of yore,
Whose king’s bards were fond, adored,
The exploits and deeds of daring,
Of Kyria the blade, and the dragon Zweileg.

Now Kyria as told was warrior born,
But dragons trust, she had before the dawn,
Of flame of war, were peaceful days,
Where they plighted their troth, a lover’s gaze.

The heart of fire and flame she had,
And dragons’ tooth and claw did rend,
Foes of black iron and crooked rod,
Whose standard did bare the old gods.

Together, sword did strike and claw had torn,
The dragon and the warrior born,
Did cleave their foes, fleeing, desperate,
No force on earth could keep them separate.

Power and wealth they did gather,
That men grew jealous, and rumours spread,
An unnatural union between man and worm,
And spawned a hybrid dragon kin.

What sins did gossip and parody portend,
Once heroes or realm now outcasts end,
Their services in Kings troubled lands,
And lived together on the lamb.

Never again to aid the struggles,
Of ungrateful men. So called lovers,
Who’s only guilt was to entertain,
Selfish wills of kings the monster’s bane.

The years rolled on and Kyrie passed,
From this world and shadows cast,
A pall of depression turning fey,
Did Zweileg fall, he did seek,
A mountain under which to grow old,
Long in the tooth, scales of mold,
Never to see the sun again,
Memories fade and songs did pass,
But never will the bond be torn,
Of that dragon kin and warrior born.
Kyria and Zweileg, the dew on leaf before the morn.

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