Dragons Domain

It was in the long gone days of old
 When the mighty master of darkness
 Hit the earth with his terrible mace
 And tremendous tumults shook the soil
 Amidst vast vapours of fire and dust
 A great mound arose in the wastelands of north,
 And there among fields of heather and moss
 Began the tale of Dragon's Domain...
 Within the majestic mountain of stone
 The master then carved great caves beyond count
 And inside the gloomy cold walls of the rock
 Forth brought he the darkest design of his thought
 And shaped a mighty kingdom for worms
 Finally under the roofs of the hill.
 Where black pitches loomed and ground belched flames.
 He placed the first seeds of a Dragon's Domain.
 The new devised race of horror and dread -
 Like birds merged with serpents of lizards, or worms -
 Soon woke from their wyrmish slumber of time
 And no beasts yet greater had followed the Moon.
 They hardened their flesh in the fires of the earth
 And sharpened their claws on the edges of rock
 And soon every tree in the wastelands was burnt
 By the scorching breath of the Dragon's Domain.
 Far beyond the borders they went
 And sacked and brought ruin to every neighbouring realm
 And the king of serpents wore a crown of their hoard
 A golden-horned sign of their splendour and might
 And only the bravest warriors dared
 To enter the bare lands around the kingdom of snakes
 And never through many a century after
 Did bards forget the tale of the Dragon's Domain.
 The bards forgot the tale of Dragon's Domain...