Upon the cliffs of Evermore
Under the sky and the lone cloud
Rests a dragon, old and weary,
– Aged he may be but ever proud –
Feasting upon wild blackberry,
To those who wish to ask but bore
Him he reserves a simple choice
Give him a word or keep your voice;
Many regret what they have told
Tongue is silver but silence gold.
Another poem written in the workshop, based on set words and the fact we had to add in a popular saying. Simple but I like what I’ve done with it in such a short time. Enjoy.