Dragon, Dragon, for you, careful words
Sky-terror, gold-nesting, Humans are but herds
Hotter than heat is thy flame;
Human minds can’t hold your Name.

(Not your True Name. That Rune
Is part mental, part phonic, part the shape of the Moon;
I have learned, at great expense.
Its origin—but I can’t say whence.)

Strangely-minded, seldom blinded
By your grace are we reminded:
Even if Humans great wings bore,
We’d swerve and crash and seldom soar.

Thy breathe is no fire, none!
Thy breath is purely phlogiston.
No wonder all envy thy pelf;
Thou art the element Flame, Itself.

Dragon, Dragon, my narrow words
Are Human gibbering – mere absurds
Please pay them not one single accord;
Rest upon your treasure horde.

I’ll hire Dwarves to tribute make.
For your majestic glory’s sake.
Burn not my village, glorious beast.
You matter so much; we matter least.

Sleep, sleep: it will unfold
I swear that you’ll awake to gold.
No words could ever a Dragon bind;
Please grant us the kindness of your mind.

Sleep, sleep, a century;
Wake in a world of Technology.
Give us the greatest treasure yet:
Wake, and burn the Internet.

(For Morkeleb, and Deucalion.)

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