A mother's hand,
A father cleft in twain.
T'was yon beastie, Angeran,
The dragon of the grain.
The beast was strong,
The maiden pure,
No hero heard her cry.
It took her back to its cave,
Where she'd be et' and die.
Selene the Blue
Was her name,
No one more fair or pure.
And gifted with the book of life,
She could give ye any cure.
A merchant prince
He came on by,
And saw the great harangue.
He fled the eye of the beast,
That monster Angeran.
He went to town
And placed a mark
Upon the creature's head.
"That monster don't deserve to live!
I want that dragon dead!"
Ten thousand shards,
Made of gold,
That was his named reward.
If any man, brave or wise,
Could end it with their sword.
In that town
There was a man,
A soldier from of yore.
Sick of heart, in barrel's eye,
He would not fight no more.
He heard the name,
The beast was back,
The one that stole his life.
It took his heart, it took his hope,
His child and his wife.
Gudrun the spear
Was his name,
Skill greater than the sky.
He joined a band not to win,
But truly just to die.
They marched all day,
They marched all night,
They reached the cave too soon.
For many man on fateful day,
That place would be their ruin.
The band, they roared
The beastie came,
It slashed and burnt and tore.
The men did fall, their bodies warped
All strewn across the floor.
But one man there
He did survive
With weapon still in hand.
It was young Gudrun, with his spear
The mighty Jormungand.
He had tried to die,
He could not live,
Nor could he bear to lose.
He fought the beast with all his strength,
Destruction did he use.
A day and night
They did fight,
Until their final hour.
One would live and one would die,
Their memory turned sour.
It clawed his chest,
His heart blood spilt,
His battle was in vain.
'Til he did with Jormungand
To beast, the one and same.
They lay there both
On door of death,
Till maiden dressed in blue
She came and healed poor Gudrun's heart,
And held him till it through.
They left the beast
To rot away
In time it be no more.
Gudrun's shame it was released,
He'd finally set the score.
They did move on
To other lands
To places more sublime.
But that's a tale for 'nother night,
...And for another time.
- The Tale of Gudrun and Selene by Eman Kaent. C1259/Y55
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