Dragonslair

(The fighting and finally befriending of the mythical but very real dragon Moroth. Ending in the showing by Moroth to Braveheart the power of the Shield of Darkness and the foretelling of his coming to rule Savageland) The wind and rain were allies Fought the sweat upon his brow And hunger was an enemy The fear it stalked the ground He gazed up at the mountain To the dragonslair he crawled And clutched his mighty hammer To his breast that was so cold In dragonslair All alone in dragonslair Im so alone Alone in dragonslair So heavy was his breathing Remembering the myth How mighty was the dragon And Moroth he was called