Music: The Song of the Circle
And anon and anon
Sing the kings of the Midrealm.
“Sovereigns must change
As the Seasons go by.
Each springtime is gladly crowned
Summer’s warlord of glory,
But Autumn crowns, in turn,
Winter’s lord of ale and ice.”
Twas long long ago
When the dragon first awakened
To find all his lands
Filled with mortals whom he feared.
The worm laughed his wicked wrath
As his grim curse was spoken,
“Let every Mid-Realm king
Reign but half a year.”
Our present king looks down
From the throne his sword arm won him.
He fought and planned for years -
Now he wonders at the cost.
What fool desires
Such a heavy crown of burdens,
Full-knowing that his reign
Lasts but till the Autumn frost?
The dragon thought his spell
Would enslave the Mid-Realm’s people.
How could they not despair
If their lords were doomed to fall?
But years passed, and kings reigned
In unbroken line undaunted.
And now the worm must serve
At the scepter’s beck and call.
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