AN: I don't own Pern or the Dragonriders thereof. This is an oldish poem, so please forgive the slightly young sound. Not sure if that made sense...Thanks Starsinger for the correction blush shame on me for not checking the spelling of Weyr.


Dragons flying over Pern

The red star pulses, threads burn.

The Weyr is ready, dragon men mount,

The wings rise, too many to count.

They flicker through the cold of between,

To save Pern, arid and green.

Brave dragon and dragon man

Searing threads, they will, they can!

Dragons flying over Pern,

The red star pulses, threads burn.