Seven were those who went to war,
They killed the giants, having bent the door.
Having slain the King they went below,
Down to the bottom they didst go.
Then they entered the Dragon's hall
And saw there kobolds two foot tall.
Some escaped, but two gave chase,
These travelled to the Dark Elves place.
The stone in the cave then rolled aside
Five saw the Dragon, in the cavern side.
Now into battle those five they went
And in a minute the Dragon was spent.
As they saw the Dragon's blood pour
Inside they went to see riches galore.
They then cut off the Dragon's head,
and in they went to await the fled.
Santor Pendragon was his name,
He killed the red Dragon to gain his fame.
Raedil the Elf was a Wizard-Lord,
Who fired his bow, but broke its chord.
Ogre the fighter who stood and fought
Though most of his efforts came to nought.
Karaway the Cleric met his death
Lying down, felled by Dragon's breath.
Elwita the Dwarf was a runty Lord
Who used her hammer, as if on a cord.
Two were absent, one was called Freda
She was gone, when we needed her
The other was Blodgett our halfling scout
But he was the one who got us out.
With all the treasure in that cave, gray
The jacinth's power, took us away.
We arrived in the corner of a country field
The peasants there, didn't expect such a yield
As they approached, trembling with fear
We asked if they has any horses near.
One said "No horses here sire", his face very wan
Another said "Toby's quite strong, he's your man!"
We answered them "nay" and four left for the town
the others lay on treasure, as if it were down.
In the town we hired, carts horses and tack.
As well as hay and more than one sack.
Then we returned to that country field
To gather, load and cover our venture's yield
At the end of the day Karaway was raised
Now give Orome and Vana great praise
An so the tale of the Dragon quest fades
Soon I'll return to my beautiful glades.
