The Dragon and the Moon

About a thousand years ago,
A dragon landed in the snow,
The iced capped mountains of the sacred North,
She called an ancient Spirit forth,
Requesting a power of such force,
That she could make the Magic source.
The Spirit agreed and in her bestowed,
A power in which all enchantment rode,
And the dragon shot an ice-cold flame,
It danced along the heavens frame,
The world caught its breath for there in the skies,
Was one of the most radiant dazzling eyes,
A beautiful silver white dune,
In which today we call the moon.