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The Lament of the Dragon's Mate
by William Staples
Introduction
This poem asks the question: what if Smaug was married? I know he probably wasn't, but if I didn't write something my creative juices would overflow, causing my head to explode.Since I don't relish the idea of cleaning my brain off the wall, I decided to write a poem.
The Poem
Smaug the Golden, Golden no more.
Killed by the Black Arrow of Bard, Bard the Bowman, lord of Dale.
Ruined by love of gems, twisted by lust for gold.
Smaug the Golden, Golden no more.
You loved me once, and I loved you.
Your fiery breath kept me warm at night, your great wings sheltered me from harm.
You never hurt me, you always helped me.
You loved me once, and I loved you.
You heard the call of gold, and you fell.
When news of the riches of Dale and Erebor came, you lusted for it.
You never slept or ate, gold was the only thing on your mind.
You heard the call of gold, and you fell.
The impossible happened, you broke my heart.
You flew to the Lonely Mountain, Erebor the kingdom of the Dwarves.
You destroyed the Men and Dwarves, but I never saw you again.
The impossible happened, you broke my heart.
Smaug the Golden, lord of gems.
You lay on the gold for centuries, you rarely left the Mountain's heart.
You grew old and evil, the terror of the land.
Smaug the Golden, lord of gems.
And then you died, killed in cold blood.
The burglar Halfling tricked you out of your hoard, you flew to Lake-Town bent on revenge.
Bard the Bowman shot you, curse his heirs.
And then you died, killed in cold blood.
You left me, and I fell too.
And here I am, a poor old dragoness on the brink of death.
I fell to sickness from worrying, I fell to starvation.
You left me, and I fell too.
