Spinning through darkness toward a city of srtife,
tumbling through time
eternal seeking life.
In a cold, small universe no bigger than
himself,
relegated in life to a cramped back shelf.
Mistaken for a gem of
value superior,
shut in a deep solid vault interior.
Life and sound
outside the shell,
he must leave this private hell.
Straining 'gainst the
leathery prison,
from the broken shell he has risen!
Fires of Deoch within
his fledgeling throat,
he declares his freedom with a resonant note!
Deep
green eyes and golden scales,
with a sound like a trumpet life he
hales!
An evil rogue with a heart of iron,
sees the hatchling and wants
the scion.
He lunges to still the mighty heart,
but alas the little gold
dragon ripped him apart.
His hired goblin guards fell like trees,
to the
hatchling but a game of ease.
With vigor that would do Ceannlaidir
proud,
the little dragon dooms each to Sgrios' shroud.
Starting at five
feet in length,
he grows in size and strength.
To him didst appear a
vision of Danaan cloaked in power and in light,
to him said she,"I name ye
Aurumanis, and bid ye fight for right."
To a lair secret he spirited the
treasures,
the rogue's once; now his pleasures.
Striking 'gainst evil of
dubhaimid and kin,
he gathered many new treasures in.
He grew larger as
did his flaming breath,
unto the dark and evil he delivers death.
A
wingspan reaching three hundred meters wide,
and thick scales of hy-brasyl
hard gold for his hide.
His name became known far and wide,
Aurumanis of
the golden hide!
A scourge of evil and corruption,
a mighty engine of
goodly destruction!
From Temuair's sphere dark mages of dark pacts
banished him,
as ages passed his scales gained a silver trim.
Through fae
realms he traveled for ages,
becoming the greatest of all the sages.
Magic
and might he gained in his turn,
he holds the title Aurumanis the Ancient
Gold Wyrm!
Deius Kine