Fire's song, and other poems of Dragonfable:

Oh fire dwells beneath all things, this bright and blazing brand

and truly fire is hated for destruction on command

but when you huddle in the dark, beneath the cold night sky,

its fire you seek to save a life, a blazing banner fly

against the dark, but who could know, the secrets of the flame?

And call it forth with but a word, the flame's own secret name

I gave to you, though over time, it's come to be hated

but still some come to pick me up, in truth, I think it's fated

and from me then they learn the ways of fire and ancient flame

and magic that the smiths all know, and how with fire, to maim.

Seek me, find me if you dare, I'll teach you all I know

and swift you'll learn the ways of flame and light and ember-glow

So come to me, and learn from me, good or evil the same

and I will give you all the secrets of fire's truest name.


It's not that we scorn magic, (though we do)

We've differences with some who use it, true

but we would never dare deny what hold the world to life

magic pure and clear and true, a double sided knife.

It's simply that we know another way did once exist

that bent steel and metal to fulfill all we could wish

so now we listen in the night to hammers in our blood,

and know we cannot be content with mining in the mud.

And so we found a relic of that long and ancient time,

and there we built a city that with light of work does shine.


The shadows are our eldest friend,

theirs is the sweetest song,

of stealth and knives and windswept coast,

the nightwind blowing strong.

There we sheltered as ages passed, guarded by one forgotten

with iron fists and poison breath

while slowly the land grew rotten.

The monstrous thief did move unseen,

and stole our secrets well.

But out of night-time came a one who'd take back all he'd sell

and draw us out, into the sun to ally where we'd hate

yet even so, the greater threat, made old hatred abate.

So now we fight as allies with the ones we'd most despise

and hate ourselves when we echo the excitement in their eyes.


I waited, beyond time and death, for one to come for me.

I was murdered, and fell out of history.

I served my friends and Ally well and faithfully.

The one who killed me- was it out of Envy?

Fighter and protector, so I was in life

and in the Elemental plane I found great strife

from which I could not turn away, my power served as knife

to cut the thread, and form the chains, bind trouble that was rife

upon the plain, and at Her hands, the trouble still would rise

to warp the world, and taint the life, and shadow all the skies.

Over the ages, many sought me, coming with hope in their eyes

and yet none were my proper match, although each I'd advise.

But then at last a new one came, with Uthlac on the loose

So small and frail, a tiny spark, untrained, -but not a goose

On hearing danger, offered help, though twas of little use

for Weavers coming to this plane find power most diffuse.

But no one else had ever simply offered automatic help

on hearing of danger or pain, they'd simply shriek and yelp

and leave the plain, for me to protect, their backbones made of kelp

For I've found over half of them a most ungrateful whelp.

But not this one, who so swiftly offered instant aid

a thought well meant, from one alone in this plane's twilit shade

and as I moved to protect all, this spark's measure I weighed

seeking a match to make I realized, this one was unafraid.

And finally I met those eyes, and in them found my match

hero, protector, guardian, a perfect, fitting catch

and so this new SoulWeaver I was quick to snatch

And left at last the Plane for Lore. Behind me closed a latch.

Hero and shield, our legend entwined,

so strange, another fate bound up with mine

as has not been the case for such an immense time

and for this chance I thank all that is divine.


You've never stopped a passerby

When walking in a senseless haze

To share the wonder of the sky

Or even ask them of their days.

You rush and scramble through the days

In search – for what? You do not know

There's something farther in this maze

of work and dreams through which you go.

You've thrown yourself into your work

To snatch the stars from out the night

The hardest task you do not shirk

If in the end your goal 's in sight.

You're one of a kind. You stand alone

free in this wierdness you have made

You work your hands nearly to bone

for the sake of science that's still in the shade.


Born to fight and born to die

Promised path and twisted spy

never having seen the sky

fated battle, final cry.

Trapped within the shifting weave

Where the Stranger did deceive,

us one and all. And so we grieve.

Unknowing chance. Twisting fate

The common tale forgets the hate,

The weary eyes or Death's dark Gate.

Form of dragon. Bone and plate.

Twins so fearsome, dark and bright

wing-beats echo in the night

Orbits, mirrors, form so slight

Hero who returned the light.


AN: In order: The pyronomicon, the Gnomes of Popsprocket, the Shadow of the Wind village, Aegis, Lim or Voltabolt, Fluffy.