Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Pern.
Hissing fiercely, bright golden,
At child of Hold of Sea,
To keep her away
From clutch this day
The little queen flew futilely
000
A mass of clouds gray,
And all dragons wing away;
Thread in the sky!
All dragons must fly
On Threadfall day.
000
From near and far on Weyr dragons
Come Holders to dip in to Benden flagons
People flock from crafthall, Hold and cot;
Gallons of wine leave on days even not hot.
000
And so she set out, with four eggs too,
Though no one yet knew to follow,
Well before the fall of dew,
To a large cavern all hollow.
000
Now, green dragon man,
Talk soft, and kind;
Show all that is the Weyr
To who, in Fall, you did find.
000
On the Hatching sands of the Weyr,
Among hides of brown and green,
Hidden behind blues and bronzes,
Rises glorious a golden queen.
000
Talk gently to the dragons' kin,
'Lest the fire lizards take fright,
For well attuned are they to anger
And swift and fierce they bite.
000
In airborne mating fly
Two dragons in the sky;
Dart fast and swoop slow,
Thin and fragile wings out go
Soar high together and dive down,
Bronze and gold, or green with brown.
Riders and dragons as one soar
To unlock that hidden door
Of the lost, elusive heart
A secret knowing to impart.
000
Dull orange and crying sorrowfully
At draconic thieves three,
To get them all well away
From egg stolen near Hatching day
Bendens' queen flew too slowly.
000
Time it right, dragonrider;
'Ware the dangers of between
'Least its' dark and cold you find
Forever as a scene.
000
Golden there rises the dragon-queen true
To see hatchlings, and not just bronze to blue;
From a strange, new white runnerbeast
Come changes- in ways we expect them least:
Dragons of all colors, and lovely to the sight,
And fierce, though they awake only at night!
000
A sudden knock at the door-
'Come, let us seek lizard-lore!'
Says the dragonrider
'Open the door wider!'
000
Be careful- gently give her your kiss,
'least forever her heart you miss
000
A Hatchling cracks its shell and turns;
Now which its one to Impress it discerns.
000
With a fierce, echoing cry,
Dragons soar into the sky;
A last stand against the Red Star
As they flame their enemy to char.