In the morn'light
Upon the horizon a mighty dragon sleeps;
When he awakes,
his eyes are a ice blue,
just as his scales.
'Great dragon! I come before thou, ' saith Nathan;
'My people need help. We have not had
Rain in many a month.'
'Go, home boy! For tomorrow thou art a king!
Why a king? Thou hast a heart good as a god's!
But rain thou shalt hast! ' saith the dragon.
'Thank thou! ' saith Nathan;
Nathan a poet from his land
In Utá;
For he hath a sword that
He knoweth not he owns.
His eyes are the colors of the Beast
Upon his body clean;
His hand pale as death
Cold just the same.
When he a woke the king,
Came to his door;
'Nathan Erik of Utá, come out
for thou art my heir! ' saith the king.
In his home he dressed
in white tunic, and white pance;
'I come to serve thou,
My lord! ' saith Nathan Erik;
The king outside did laugh,
'Boy! thou art my son!
The Poet of Utá!
tweenty years ago I left thee here
with thy uncle.'
The breath in Nathan Erik's chest
is the breath of a dragon;
The mother of Nathan Erik,
The dragon that he speaks with in the morn'light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem