Place ye a nickel of penance on me
for I am the keeper of what shall be
say what you will, for I cannot hear
the words of a fool are filled with fear
beware the dagger, spikes from the nail
fortune is without you and you shall fail
will me your strength and shield of gold
you're nothing without them, do as you're told
you'll bow down to the requests I make
you never had the power to hold what I shall take
the dragon delights
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem