In Aldelon, fell dragon's keep,
Caladis lay, but did not sleep.
His heart was as the hearts of men.
Fire banked, but bright within.
He smouldered there, and all alone,
upon the pain and grief he'd sown.
Yet anxious still, he was for flight,
to slip his bonds, and shred the night.
In Aldelon, fell dragon's keep,
Caladis lay, but did not sleep.
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