Dracōville Poetry
Viking Invasion of Dracōville
By Andrew I. Scott
Throughout the annals of Dracōville old,
came invaders with dreams of gems and gold.
Armored warriors and sometimes great horsemen,
the worst of the lot were the big hairy Norsemen.
Theirs was a land of snow, mist, and ice,
with gods like Odin who was not very nice.
They traveled abroad not looking for friendship,
the tools of their trade were sword, axe, and longship.
The vikings assembled with their fleet all afloat,
aroused from their slumber the dragons took note.
The Northmen attacked for a hoard they would steal,
the dragons flew down for a nice juicy meal.
The vikings soon realized they had been rather hasty,
The dragons found them really quite tasty.
To Odin they cried but got only a snub,
he was having a drink in a Dracōville pub.
The attackers all gone except for their longships,
Dracōville now had some pretty new warships.
The moral of this story should be really clear-
With dragons about there is a lot to fear.
The Ballad of Valerius the Bold
By Andrew I. ScottIt was on a damp day of Scottish cold
That up from his stupor woke Valerius the bold.
The Legion drew up and waited for the sign
And valiant Valerius went for his best wine.
The mighty Ninth Legion marched to their doom
But the brave Third Cohort got lost in the gloom.
Some said Galen cast a spell quite deft
Whatever the case the Third Cohort turned left.
Valerius swore off drink as he peered through the mist
Because up came a bear who tried to enlist.
Then the brave Romans built a fort in the clearing
The direct result of their poor orienteering.
With death behind Valerius sighed with relief
Then looked around with great disbelief.
Dragons, bears, and other strange creatures
The Romans’ new home had many weird features.
With the danger now gone Valerius began to relax
The fine Roman discipline became quite lax.
He grabbed his amphora and poured a toast
To the god Bacchus and his new post.
Pryftan
By Jeff A. Scott, Stultus Pagī of Dracōville UniversityScop sægde unriht; ne scufun frecan
wyrm ofer weallclif; wund draca lifde,
flēah flodȳþum gefealg lang;
dryten wearð dracena dome weox
þengel ðrȳþærnes þeoden wyrmcynnes
nēah nīðwundor nama Pryftan.
Castrum Dracōnum
By Andrew I. ScottAt the end of the journey they began to camp
The soldiers were weary from the cold and the damp.
As they began to dig and unload their wagons
They looked around and saw a number of dragons.
Valerius looked up as he drank from the mug
And realized with fear it was the end of the jug.
As the dragons approached he remembered a thought
That being too sober was something he fought.
The scales were all gold from the tail to the nose
The dragon's wings the color of a bright red rose.
He stood with great form as he was observed from beneath
Valerius thought "good gods look at the teeth!"
As he stood far below a thought came to his mind
Valerius offered his finest red wine.
The dragon with pleasure took a long sip
And said "friend welcome to the end of your trip"
The rabbits and bears now joined in the fun
And with their help the camp was soon done.
As the soldiers observed their friends in this venue
It was evident that meat was not on the menu.
So the Third Cohort found a new home
To war and battle no more would they roam.
That night they all feasted in their new Forum
And thus was the founding of Castrum Dracōnum.