Delve deep under the tallest mountains you may find,
Yawning halls, built before mankind,
before the sun, moon or star,
a dragon toiled, engineering order,
harlequin, silver scaled, proud,
bearded overseer, tutor, tinkering,
cogs entwined, precision, eternal machinery,
the ordering of a once chaotic world.
Primordial fires, embers rage,
in those halls he built his cage,
to look over those that would come,
after tumults of earth and sky was done.
When man woke the world was new,
And living through the seasons grew,
tall and strong and children had,
and little knew of the engineer,
that turned the earth, and moon and sun,
his machinations, deep below,
the world, now long in tooth did grow,
an heir we would have to soon seek.
Else world would cease to turn,
and chaos and fire would return,
in his doddering and crumbling claws,
man would have to take up the cause.
Now men of such skill he did seek,
even though his wings grew weak,
and students found their minds keen,
and a dragons mind they could glean,
and carry on his legacy,
to keep the world from stalling,
once every decade or so,
an apprentice did a master show.
The dragon’s apprentice they did call,
The ones who took up under mountains old,
the ancient machinations far beyond,
man’s skill or knowledge, his legacy.
A caretaker of the world whose days,
were spent in a making, as of a cage,
unending duty, generations,
the dragon’s apprentice and his machinations.