a werewolf and a king

a werewolf

A village where the children sing

and the gypsies moan

The streets are cold and callus

With the fear that nightide brings

They say a wolf roams the moors by night

And everyone is cursed

For the howl is heard like a banshee wail

And good folk pray for light

They lock the doors and say a prayer

That the gods may land a hand

But silence is the answer

In a cold and broken land

They say a wolf walks upward

On two legs just like a man

And he hungers most at moonlight

And will kill all that he can

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THE KING

The jester balances the ball

In the hall just for the king

Who rings a bell and claps his hands

For two servants come to call

“Come jester tell me tales

Of when dragons filled the skies

And the knights that drew their fire

Not afraid to die”

“Oh sire, there was such a man

Who drank the dragon’s blood

He slew the dragon-Nalbithe

And dragged him through the mud”

“And what of him that did this task

What did become of him”

“He settled fast the eastern shore

Ans swore allegiance to the king