Wyrmsong

Twas noon upon that Mayan day
When all the children ceased to play

And slouching slackly to a halt
They lifted blank eyes to the vault

All birds and insects stopped their song
No steeple bell nor temple gong

Disturbed that eerie, utter hush
The wind forgot the leaves to brush

Then as the blazing sun did die
A creeping blackness ate the sky

A deep and rushing pulse was heard
Like wings of some colossal bird

And lo, aloft jet scales did flash
Mean eyes did burn, cruel tail did lash

Then like the gales from Phaestus' forge
The Wyrm did blazing blasts disgorge

That scoured all life from off the land
Till what remained was ash and sand

And that was twenty years ago
My kin were wiped from this plateau

At last I have returned this Spring
To look for my Love's wedding ring

I sift among the bones and teeth
And other gifts the dead bequeath

The children sport at their charades
I sense their playful whispering shades

That ghostly babbling bustling throng
An echo of the Dragon's song

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Mayan, in the year 507 AF.