Once upon a time
In a land where rivers speak
There lived a happy elf
A wee little man was he
He danced and frolicked
Across fields of yellow and red
He happily skipped and kicked up his feet
And this is what he said
I am Rolund the Great
Rolund the Great tis I!
It has always been my biggest wish
Upon a dragon to fly!
And Rolund the Great did search
He frolicked for miles a day
He hopped skipped and jumped
Only stopping for lunch
He danced about, thoroughly gay
The poor man was never told
Like all good children should be
That dragons do crunch
Elven bones for lunch
And thus was the fate of he.
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Once, Not Twice
FantasyA collection of stories I'm writing. Fantastical bits of wonder about dragons and elves and any other bits and bobs I happen to be interested in. Thanks to @InfamousLove for the awesome cover!
