Renatian Literature - The Dragon's Throne

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The full poem The Dragon’s Throne, as written by William Jrent on the eve of the Siege of Helena. Released from the Imperial Archives in celebration of the passing of the Treaty of Ves.

 

Woe to ye who wakes the dragon,

Woe to ye who seeks its throne.

 

For in your quest to find it,

You’ll find yourself alone.

 

The drakeling wields both fire and flame,

Enough to chill the crow,

But compared to dragons true and great,

It is as a candle low.

 

Lit are the embers of patrician homes,

While the drakeling crows and crows.

Golden is his dragon crest,

Though he a wide-eyed doe.

 

Two times the size his army is,

Three times the size his land.

Four times he lost in burning fields,

And still the murder grows.

 

Now he seeks his cousin’s throne,

Guarded by dragons three.

And should he pass through all their gates,

Craven as can be,

Watch his men die in the roads,

And dying in the streets,

He’d see the seat of wing-ed flame,

And he’d proclaim to thee;

 

Woe to ye who wakes the dragon,

Woe to ye who seeks its throne.

 

For in your quest to find it,

You’ll find yourself alone.