Born beautiful white with Silver claws, horns and wings
And most unusual were his bright sky blue eyes        
Eyes seen most easily in the deepest dark night
And with those bright blue eyes was a mind quick and wise
 
The Women of the Wylde came and offered their ways  
For they knew he would one day be a great legend
Teaching this young small dragon with bright sky blue eyes   
Giving him the unknown for his wise mind to tend
 
The young small dragon learned well the wizarding ways   
But yet so playful he was in his youngling years     
And so he flew and chased a butterfly one day        
Crossing miles and mountains away without his fears    
 
Till he found himself in a place far from his home   
Strange it was that the people did not notice him    
They walked in many straight lines carrying large stones    
Children and all with faces desolate and grim    
 
Puzzled and perplexed he tried to awaken them    
But only a moment of surprise did they show   
Enslaved to an unknown power they just walked on    
Saddened he cried and gave out such a great loud woe    
 
His cry soon answered by a blackness oozing up   
From the cracks in the ground it gathered on a stone    
Attacking and wounding the young silver dragon    
And in that first strike his left sky blue eye was gone    
 
Never knowing or facing such evil before
Siridias tried spells and attacks of great force
A battle back and forth destroying all around
Yet the dragon did not harm this dark shapeless force
 
Wings in tatters and body very deeply scarred
The bleeding white wizard dragon took one last stand
In his right claw a small smooth dark stone was then thrown
In left claw a crystal through which a spell did band
 
Siridias did spin these together with fire
Stone, spell and dragon fire did blend and strike the foe
An explosion of eerie sounds and blind darkness
Leaving a tattered bleeding dragon in moons glow
 
Siridias was found and brought home days later
Months healing he laid under the lair of Stohyer
Once he rose and stood again before his people
Even though he was completely healed all over
 
 The other dragons and people gasped in horror
All his wounds had healed back a dark sickening black
Siridias weeped as he saw how they acted
Closing eyes he was like a silent maniac
 
Then standing and spreading his wings for all to see
Siridias the wise spoke with such great fervor
“Look not my body, for one day shall fall as dust.
But look to my heart, for it can shine forever.”