Dragon Blessed
Sing a-day, walk a-way, for your legend hold.
Oh dragonblessed, layed to rest,
Your successor test, this poem read lest,
He does not know the way.
Or sing a-day, walk a-way, for your legend tell.
Search for the Sctm, in that order spelled,
For that is your legend, if ever legend held,
Read close you now, and sure not how,
Of danger on this path, of agony said for row
Of sing a-day, walk a-way, for your legend told.
Your first in flame, but give no name,
For smooth water must be your counter,
Or like for like shall counter.
Your second in winds, in fear, close lids,
For mighty flame must be your counter,
Or like for like shall counter.
Your third is next, this drunk best,
For good earth shall be your counter,
Or like for like shall counter.
Your fourth, your last, hard earth now past,
Nothing shall be your counter,
For like for like must counter.
Lo, sing a-day, walk a-way, your legend tell.
Now after verse, go first, no worse,
After all these words terse,
Layed to rest by dragon-blessed,
And mold to test, for if in lest,
The young not know the way
Now, sung a-day, walked a-way,
For your legend told.
If still help need, for all who heed,
Secrets are found in tome after deed,
In this after poem writ, to find Sctm.
Layed to rest by dragon-blessed,
Your legend is now told.
Hints for Location of the Sctm.
Scramble word, hamble word,
Your word and mine.
Figure out my riddle,
To find your destined kind.
In southern sect, you'll find this bet,
In heat of boiling sand.
This town in fame, produces drink and game,
And bards, poets, and dancers.
As in their proud prance, they leap up in dance,
As their finest music-makers produce.
What else dances high,
Almost to the sky,
Dancing to it's own tune.
Scramble, hamble, figure out my rhyme.
In northern sect, you'll find this bet,
In clouds up high in sky.
Its town's great strength, lies in its length,
For within best builders lie.
In their great might, they give their houses height,
And lie in comfort with no pain.
What else live high,
Up in the sky,
Where elements dare not tread.
Scramble, ramble, figure out my rhyme.
In western sect, you'll find this bet,
In lake deep in shadow hide.
Now this towns renown, is its faith in the prow,
For no people are so faithful as these.
In strict word and deed, these holy peoples creed,
Is celebrated in ritual and rite of all brands.
What else always slides,
In patterns for lives,
A place where unholiness cannot dwell.
Scramble, tamble, figure out my rhyme.
In eastern sect, you'll find this bet,
At last in forest harsh.
This town's size is small, but its people are bold,
The best fighters in this town reside.
Great smiths and armourers, for their people, warriors,
Must be clothed with best weapon and arm.
What else is armored,
And strikes down with no fear,
And cannot by element defeat.
Scramble, shamble, figure out my rhyme.
Well, young before, this poem is read lest,
You should not know the way.
And layed to rest, by dragon-blessed,
Your legend, as all legends, is told.
Sing a-day, walk a-way, for your legend hold.
Oh dragonblessed, layed to rest,
Your successor test, this poem read lest,
He does not know the way.
Or sing a-day, walk a-way, for your legend tell.
Search for the Sctm, in that order spelled,
For that is your legend, if ever legend held,
Read close you now, and sure not how,
Of danger on this path, of agony said for row
Of sing a-day, walk a-way, for your legend told.
Your first in flame, but give no name,
For smooth water must be your counter,
Or like for like shall counter.
Your second in winds, in fear, close lids,
For mighty flame must be your counter,
Or like for like shall counter.
Your third is next, this drunk best,
For good earth shall be your counter,
Or like for like shall counter.
Your fourth, your last, hard earth now past,
Nothing shall be your counter,
For like for like must counter.
Lo, sing a-day, walk a-way, your legend tell.
Now after verse, go first, no worse,
After all these words terse,
Layed to rest by dragon-blessed,
And mold to test, for if in lest,
The young not know the way
Now, sung a-day, walked a-way,
For your legend told.
If still help need, for all who heed,
Secrets are found in tome after deed,
In this after poem writ, to find Sctm.
Layed to rest by dragon-blessed,
Your legend is now told.
Hints for Location of the Sctm.
Scramble word, hamble word,
Your word and mine.
Figure out my riddle,
To find your destined kind.
In southern sect, you'll find this bet,
In heat of boiling sand.
This town in fame, produces drink and game,
And bards, poets, and dancers.
As in their proud prance, they leap up in dance,
As their finest music-makers produce.
What else dances high,
Almost to the sky,
Dancing to it's own tune.
Scramble, hamble, figure out my rhyme.
In northern sect, you'll find this bet,
In clouds up high in sky.
Its town's great strength, lies in its length,
For within best builders lie.
In their great might, they give their houses height,
And lie in comfort with no pain.
What else live high,
Up in the sky,
Where elements dare not tread.
Scramble, ramble, figure out my rhyme.
In western sect, you'll find this bet,
In lake deep in shadow hide.
Now this towns renown, is its faith in the prow,
For no people are so faithful as these.
In strict word and deed, these holy peoples creed,
Is celebrated in ritual and rite of all brands.
What else always slides,
In patterns for lives,
A place where unholiness cannot dwell.
Scramble, tamble, figure out my rhyme.
In eastern sect, you'll find this bet,
At last in forest harsh.
This town's size is small, but its people are bold,
The best fighters in this town reside.
Great smiths and armourers, for their people, warriors,
Must be clothed with best weapon and arm.
What else is armored,
And strikes down with no fear,
And cannot by element defeat.
Scramble, shamble, figure out my rhyme.
Well, young before, this poem is read lest,
You should not know the way.
And layed to rest, by dragon-blessed,
Your legend, as all legends, is told.