The Laidly Wyrm

The Laidly Wyrm came to Brighton Wood To celebrate her hatchling day Eleven centuries old she was On this the twelfth of may She’d left her lofty mountain home Forsook her prodigious hoard Unfurled her colossal beating wings As into the air she soared She’d traveled far o’er countless leagues Through the corridors of the sky To see the vivid greens and golds Once more ere she did die For aged she was and well matured and much somnolent waxed The fires within her now grew cold And her mighty strength was taxed For untold years did heroes contest The bane of many a foe They’d sought her out to prove their worth And she’d brought them all to woe But her battles were now at an end She felt her ruin draw nigh She longed to sleep upon the grass Under the sun filled sky She rested there in Brighton Wood Under its sunny beams And slept the sleep we all must face The sleep of endless dreams