The gilded wyvern rose one morn Awakening in her homey cave. The sun peeked through a clouded sky, A perfect day to be so brave. The wyvern left her cozy home And stepped beneath the towering trees. She breathed in deep the morning air. She smiled, deeply pleased. āThe world is new and fresh again. And I, a joyous wyvern strong Shall make my way through glen and dale To join the hunt. To join the song!ā The wyvern ran through forest green. She chased along the lakeside shore. She glided through the swamps and fens And prowled along the foggy moor. The wyvern roared a mighty cry A song to challenge all who sought To catch a beast so fierce and free For well she knew that they could not. The hunters turned and gave her chase Singing of their prowess true, But the wyvern had her ways And on the hidden paths she flew. No man could catch the wyvern proud. No man was worthy of her scales. She glittered in the evening sun, A brilliant beast of ancient tales. The moons swung through the darkening skies, The wyvern bathed in silver light. āItās time to return to my home. Another day to live! To fight!ā And so the joyous wyvern ran, Over field and through the wood, Until she reached her long-missed cave And thought, "yes, this was good.ā
(Lucanisā favorite childhood story, as I imagine it š With links to each individual page: Cover page | Page 2 | Page 3 | Page 4 | Page 5 | Page 6)