The Ballad of the Black Prince

It fell upon the lammastide

that the cry went up for aid.

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Clouds of poison filled the mines

and on the miners preyed.

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An evil old and horrible

had wakened in the hills.

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A dragon old and terrible

was counting up its kills.

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The Lord he paused in trembling thought

that smallfolk all were slain,

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And o’er the mountains and the hills

the poison fell like rain.

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But hark here come the child Prince

with Griffin Knights in tow!

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Father to the Dragon’s lair

with three good elves I go!

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I am loathe to let you go

for the beast is wild and free.

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But my sister will sit upon the throne,

so you need not fret for me.

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Into the dark and dismal wood

that young Prince he rode

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And round every tree and stone

signs of the Wyrm did bode.

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For countryside was turned to dust

and lordlings had fled.

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Woodmen, miners, trappers too

and farmsmen all were dead.

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But a fearsome blade he had

And fire in his eye,

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He was marked as doomed that day,

and fought but did not die.

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His sword flashed like lightening fire,

and bit the beasts foul heart.

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The dragon Sethless knew that his

long life with him would part.

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But in his throes two knights did fall

and tumbled to the earth.

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By month’s end the Prince was home

seated at his father’s hearth.

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Make me heir for I am bold,

said Prince to father fair.

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You cannot boy, you know that much,

the eldest claims the Chair.

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With heavy heart the Prince he watched

his armor scaled and black,

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On the day the flow’ring earth

took his father’s body back.

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But ne’er would he bow the knee

to his sister bright.

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And ever in Iiriem hath this

quarrel been a blight.

The Ballad of the Black Prince

Abridged History of the 10th Age Idabrius