Okay I've waited a few days, no more! Here's a poem about me!
Fafnir and the Knights
In the quiet waters
Of the forest pool
Fafnir the dragon
His tongue will cool
His tongue will cool
And his muzzle dip
Until the soft waters have
His muzzle tip
Happy simple creature
In his coat of mail
With a mild bright eye
And a waving tail
Happy the dragon
In the days expended
Before the time had come for dragons
To be hounded
Delivered in their simplicity
To the Knights of the Advancing Band
Who seeing the simple dragon
Must kill him out of hand
The time has not come yet
But must come soon
Meanwhile happy Fafnir
Take thy rest in the afternoon
Take thy rest
Fafnir while thou mayest
In the long grass
Where thou liest
Happy knowing not
In thy simplicity
That the knights have come
To do away with thee.
When thy body shall be torn
And thy lofty spirit
Broken into pieces
For a knight's merit
When thy lifeblood shall be spilt
And thy Being mild
In torment and dismay
To death beguiled
Fafnir, I shall say then,
Thou art better dead
For the knights have burnt thy grass
And thou couldst have not fed.
By Stevie Smith
