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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I live on the mountain Below the silver mist In the valley, full of magic Where the sun has rarely kissed I am called a smudger I live on what's left behind I have been here near forever I'm the last one of my kind Below the mountain major Lives a dragon, fierce and bold Sleeping now, and dreaming Of it's hoard of stolen gold Eleventy years plus twenty I have been here on this earth Cleaning up the dragons droppings It's how I justify my worth The dragon's ruled this mountain For a thousand thousand years The silver river that flows through it Is full of snow melt and of tears Once a generation Someone comes from down below Gets the villagers all riled Says "The dragon has to go" They go and fight the dragon Try to take his hoard of gold And that is why, it's me the smudger Who knows how the story must be told The fighter leaves the village Full of gusto and incensed Saying "justice for the village" or close to that....condensed The dragon then awakens Flys around and burns the town Leaving nothing left but ashes everything gone or burned down Now, I, your local smudger Cleans up the dead and done It's a profitable existence Since I am the only one The dragon knows there's nothing Much more of value to behold The villagers were poor folk Owning neither jewels or gold I've cleaned up more destruction Caused by villagers who go On up to face the dragon And get killed with just one blow Now, I make candles with their bodies I use their skin and body fat I weave the hair not melted And I make a nice new front hall mat The bones I grind and scatter On the mountain in the trees It helps the ferns all grow strong And keeps the trees free from disease What little money I find I leave half by the dragons den Over time I have left there Money from five thousand men I've swords I sell at auction When I travel, but that's rare There is really nothing for me That's not near the dragons lair It's a relationship existing On destruction and of greed The dragon burns the village And I get the things I need They rebuild and they recover And a generation may pass by When once again some young, strong fighter Wakes the dragon, makes him fly I guess we need each other That's the way it's always been I'm the smudger on the mountain I'm the one who's never seen
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