In the valley deep where slumberers sleep,
There lie a being or so to speak.
Both tales and song tell of this Day,
That the last of the Draco shall come this way.
To meadows of blue and skys of clementine,
In a cave of rusted copper and moonshine,
The beast shall wake from its deep dorment state,
And battle the wench who has backhanded fate...
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