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Post by brian333 on Jul 17, 2023 16:12:08 GMT -5
Some attribute this song to "a halfling lass wearing bright yellow and green," while others attribute it to "Madam Bellacherie, diva of the Theatre scene." In any case, it is being sung about the town, sometimes by singers good enough to render it enjoyable.
The South winds blow in humid heat, Along the coastline sails the fleet, Watching e're for wing to beat, With threats of emerald doom.
But in the forest of the King, The Purple Dragon unfurls his wing! And when dire foes are taking wing, He gives a mighty roar!
For King Azoun has a mighty fleet, That sails on Dragonmere, And all the kingdoms know the doom they'll meet, If ever they draw near!
North winds blow ice and dry red dust, From the desolate lands buried under rust, On the mountains soldiers keep their trust, Guarding 'gainst the white winged doom!
But in the forest of the King, The Purple Dragon unfurls his wing! And when dire foes are taking wing, He gives a mighty roar!
For King Azoun has an army strong, Standing guard o're the mountains all year long, And all the kingdoms hear their doom in song, If ever they draw near!
By every pass of land and sea, The Purple Dragon keeps our country free, By every oath sworn with certainty, They fear our mighty roar!
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