Born Again Dragon
copyright 1994 Mary Bertke
One day I found myself reflecting on Anne McCaffrey's Dragonriders of Pern series, and I speculated as to the reason the Pernese had no religion whatsoever.
(a single chord is strummed, erie and haunting)
The dragon emerges from between,
From deathly chill to blazing life,
From darkness surges forth,
And is reborn...
(boom chicka rhythm starts up)
He was lost in darkness,
But now he's found the light,
He wants to spread the good news of
The sunlight on the heights.
That dragon he's been born again,
And he's knocking at your door,
And with a man-sized head, oh shards!,
He's too big to ignore.
The wherries and the herdbeasts
He will no longer touch,
He calls them all his "brothers"
And he loves them oh-so-much.
His rider's getting tired
Of his side of the deal—
Six hundred pounds of pasta
For each and every meal.
(instrumental, whining violins. A mix of bluegrass and oldtime)
So all of you with dragons,
Who swear by their eggs' shards,
Don't go between too often,
Or work your beast too hard.
For if you do, you'll surely rue
(and you won't be alone)
the day he makes his flames from brim-
instead of fire-stone.