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Dragon's Bane

Noble son so loved in youth,

so brave, sensitive and eloquent a spirit,

turns with devotion to the truth

the soul speaks for the heart hears it.

A quest is forged too soon for the mind.

So wisdom must be hard won.

For there is no easy way to find

the reason: not an heir though a first born son.

So thus lost in a mother's grief and strife

a decent son dies replaced by he

who knows not the sacrifice of his mother's life,

and never again hopes to be free.

A psalm rises in the throat of a younger one

so destined to be king,

of faith placed in the passed son,

an angry lonely psalm to sing.

And strife there is, a great calamity

that breaths the fire of war.

The second born meets his destiny

And rails at the sky that he can soar.

Hearts break and vows are forged in anguish.

Lives are lost as brother fights brother,

only to learn the power of a wish,

and to regret the death of a mother.

Betrayal is a bitter herb that stings the heart when taken

Trust becomes a casualty of warring dragons.

An entire country by the first born is forsaken

as the city burns from the tale of two sons.

So grasp at a maniacal fabrication

that controlling fate will cure

the disease of bloodshed between nations

that will only cease when man's heart is pure

Dare to look upon folly recklessly embraced.

Weep at the feet of dead children's graves

thou good-intentioned fool,

while keeping company with barbaric knaves.

Waking from a nightmare in defiance

of a gross miscalculation,

the anti hero forms an alliance

with the battered city of an stunned nation.

Take a glimpse at gentle knowing

whose trust is complete,

witnesses ill seeds sowing,

and wins a world with a love so sweet.

The stark contrast between approaches

is at once exposed and scorches

the first born dragon

with faith and trust and belief named torches.

Learn the curse created by ambition.

The price is to lose everything

And hollow the soul to be filled with contrition

For the wanting to be a misguided king.

Black winged tormented soul

lost in ambition's glare,

loosen your grip on harsh reality.

Look to the wisdom of a child's care.

No loss, no grief so dreadfully unfounded

can justify sins of a dark red stain.

Hopes fade in a future confounded

by the tragedy of a noble dragon's bane.