O dragon, who dwelt in high cave;
Bejeweled in scale and hoard;
Master of even the highest lord;
Into Whose dwelling any who entered would be counted brave.
Hunter of many a fine man and maiden;
To whom even the highest kings would bow he baid them.
Whose fire set many priests arave
When your roar was heard, against you the bravest knights rode
With their blades and their flags.
And the most beautiful queens would come to plead in tattered rags.
When the rivers ran red from your bloody load,
peasants, lords, and kings would beg,
And you would only relent when to you they bent leg.
O dragon! Firebringer, daemon of the sky! To you I set this ode.