Manadalia: Mythology, Folk Tales, History and more

Beware the Lady Morgana

Come gather children, lend an ear,

I'll tell a tale of dread and fear.

Long ago, when dragons high,

Ruled over with watchful eye.

Among them dwelled a dragon grand,

They called Morgana 'cross the land.

Pitch-black scales, blood-red eyes, 

Ruler of the ancient skies,

With hatred, she looked down upon,

Pathetic mortals, filthy spawn!

Darkness shrouded every breath,

Her world entwined in pain and death!

If not for noble Pendragon,

Born of dragon and of man,

Who knows what fate would lie in store,

Morgana's reign forevermore?

Though while the beast is good and gone,

Her darkened spirit lingers on,

Within the hearts of wicked man,

Of bird, and fish, and dragon clan.

Should wicked thoughts consume your mind,

She is very close behind.

Her whispers linger in the air,

To catch her prey, within her snare!

Empty are the vows she makes,

Your soul she claims as hers to take!

Beware, my dears, her beck'ning call,

For once you heed it, you may fall

Under her spell so vile and vain,

You'll never be the same again.

Fear not, my dears, so sweet and pure,

For you are much too good, I'm sure.

But should darkness lead you astray,

Pray She won't call you away.