The Fable Of The Dragon And The Wolf
Sing with me o’ Muse of Melponene
To a fable of glorious woe.
To a Dragon sneering from high above,
And a Wolf waiting patient below.
Many a lore of rivalry,
Makes way o’er sand and sea.
But where it all began remains,
A plight to oft rouse me from sleep.
Two young brothers were thicker than all,
In the forms of their sibling-hood bond.
Never did tarry too far from the fall,
To the folly of Winter’s cold song.
Ask me their names and I shall tell,
Of Mathias and his brother Verces.
But the outcomes of such a foolhardy wrong,