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AD&D Classics V1 --- page 6; AD&D Classics V2 --- page 26, 128
AD&D Classics V1 --- page 125
AD&D Classics V1 --- page 126
AD&D Classics V1 --- page 128
AD&D Classics V1 --- page 127
AD&D Classics V2 --- page 72
AD&D Classics V2 --- page 108
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Canticle of the Dragon

Hear the sage as his song descends
like heaven's rain or tears,
and washes the years, the dust of many stories
from the High Tale of the Dragonlance.
For in ages deep, past memory and word,
in the first blush of the world
when the three moons rose from the lap of the forest,
dragons, terrible and great,
made war on this world of Krynn.

Yet out of the darkness of dragons,
out of our cries for 1ight
in the blank face of the black moon soaring,
a banked light flared in Solamnia,
a knight of truth and of power,
who called down the gods themselves
and forged the mighty Dragonlance, piercing the soul
of dragonkind, driving the shade of their wings
from the brightening shores of Krynn.

Thus Huma, Knight of Solamnia, Lightbringer, First Lancer,
followed his light to the foot of the Khalkist Mountains,
to the stone feet of the gods,
to the crouched silence of their temple.
He called down the Lancemakers, he took on
their unspeakable power to crush the unspeakable evil,
to thrust the coiling darkness
back down the tunnel of the dragon's throat.

Paladine, the Great God of Good, shone at the side of Huma,
strengthening the lance of his strong right arm,
and Huma, ablaze in a thousand moons,
banished the Queen of Darkness,
banished the swarm of her shrieking hosts
back to the senseless kingdom of death, where their curses
swooped upon nothing and nothing
deep below the brightening land.


Thus ended in thunder the Age of Dreams
and began the Age of Might,
when Istar, kingdom of light and truth, arose in the east,
where minarets of white and gold
spired to the sun and to the sun's glory,
announcing the passing of evil,
and Istar, who mothered and cradled the long summers of good,
shone 1ike a meteor
in the white skies of the just.

Yet in the fullness of sunlight
the Kingpriest of Istar saw shadows;
At night he saw the trees as things with daggers, the streams
blackened and thickened under the silent moon.
He searched books for the path of Huma,
for scrolls, signs, and spells
so that he, too, might summon the gods, might find
their aid in his holy aims,
might purge the world of sin.

Then came the time of dark and death
as the gods turned from the world.
A mountain of fire crashed like a comet through Istar,
the city split like a skull in the flames,
mountains burst from once-fertile valleys,
seas poured into the graves of mountains,
the deserts sighed on abandoned floors of the seas,
the highways of Krynn erupted
and became the paths of the dead.

Thus began the Age of Despair.
The roads were tangled.
The winds and the sandstorms dwelt in the husks of cities,
The plains and mountains became our home.
As the old gods lost their power,
we called to the blank sky
into the cold, dividing gray to the ears of new gods.
The sky is calm, silent, unmoving.
We have yet to hear their answer.


Goldmoon's Song

The grasslands are endless,
And summer sings on,
And Goldmoon the princess
Loves a poor man's son.

Her father the chieftain
Makes long roads between them;
The grasslands are endless, and summer sings on.

The grasslands are waving,
The sky's rim is gray,
The chieftain sends Riverwind
East and away,

To search for strong magic
At the lip of the morning,
The grasslands are waving, the sky's rim is gray.

0 Riverwind, where have you gone?
0 Riverwind, autumn comes on.
I sit by the river
And look to the sunrise,
But the sun rises over the mountains alone.

The grasslands are fading,
The summer wind dies,
He comes back, the darkness
Of stones in his eyes.


He carries a blue staff
As bright as a glacier;
The grasslands are fading, the summer wind dies.

The grasslands are fragile,
As yellow as f1ame ,
The chieftain makes mockery
Of Riverwind's claim.

He orders the people
To stone the young warrior:
The grasslands are fragile, as yellow as flame.

The grassland has faded,
And autumn is here.
The girl joins her lover,
The stones whistle near,

The staff flares in blue light
And both of them vanish;
The grasslands are faded, and autumn is here.



The Sun
The splendid eye
Of all our heavens
Dives from the day,

And leaves
The dozing sky,
Spangled with fireflies,
Deepening in gray.

Now Sleep,
Our oldest friend,
Lulls in the trees
And calls
Us in.

The Leaves
Give off cold fire,
They blaze into ash
At the end of the year.

And birds
Coast on the winds,
And wheel to the North
When Autumn ends.

The day grows dark,
The seasons bare,
But we
Await the sun's
Green fire upon
The trees.


The wind
Dives through the days
By seasons, by moon
Great kingdoms arise.

The breath
Of firefly, of bird,
Of trees, of mankind
Fades in a word.

Now Sleep,
Our oldest friend,
Lulls in the trees
And calls
Us in.

The Age,
The thousand lives
Of men and their stories
Go to their graves.

But We,
The people long
In poem and glory
Fade from the song.


Wedding Song

Wars have settled on the North
and dragons ride the skies,
"Now is the time for wisdom,"
say the wise and nearly wise.
"Here in the heart of battle,
the time to be brave is at hand.
Now most things are larger than
the promise of woman to man."

But you and I, through burning plains,
through darkness of the earth,
affirm this world, its people,
the heavens that gave them birth,
the breath that passes between us,
this altar where we stand,
all those things made larger by
the promise of woman to man.



Now in the belly of winter,
when ground and sky are gray,
here in the heart of sleeping snow,
now is the time to say
yes to the sprouting vallenwood
in the green countryside,
for these things are far larger than
a man's word to his bride.

Through these promises we keep,
forged in the yawning night,
proved in the presence of heroes
and the prospect of spring light,
the children will see moons and stars
where now the dragons ride,
and humble things made larger by
a man's word to his bride.


The Song of Kharas

Three were the thoughts of
those in Thorbardin
in the dark after Dergoth when
the orges danced.
One was the lost light, the
limping darkness
In the caves of the kingdom
where light crumbles.
One the despair of the
Dwarf thane Derkin
Gone to the gloom of the
tower of Glory.
One the world, weary and
Down to the deep of the
Darkling's waters.
Under the heart of the
highland ,
Under the ceiling of
Under the wane of the
world's g1ory,
Home under home.

Then was Kharas among us,
the Keeper of Kings,
The Hand on the Hammer,
Arm of the Hylar.
At the gleaming grave site of
gold and garnet
Three sons of the thane he
buried thereunder.
While Derkin saw dark upon
dark in the tunnels,
In the halls of the nation saw
nooses and knives,
Killers and kingmakers came
to Kharas


with agate and amethyst,
asking allegiance.
Under the heart of the
Under the ceiling of
Under the wane of the
world's glory ,
Home under home.

But the stalwart in heart is
strong as a stone,
And bold and unbending his
mind to the better:
The Hammer of Hylar was firm
in the halls.
Denying all discord, all doubt
and division,
He turned from intrigue, from
the wild tunnels,
Out to the open, one oath
That time nor treachery shall
ever tarnish
The Hammer's return in a time
of great troubles.
Under the heart of the
Under the ceiling of
Under the wane of the
world's glory,
Home under home.


My Honor

Est sularus oth mithas,
tarus un karam degh draco Paladine.
Est sularus volorni mas;
ai est thorom nafai aran palani pax ai vor.
Barns oth arath, paxum oth kan ai,
oparusar dusuni ras oc par ai fam.
Cord es est sularus oth mithas,
hanur est mas lor alan Paladine.
My honor is my life,
fighting glory by dragon Paladine.
My honor rules all of my deeds;
all of my will breathing God's strength into my sword and shield.
The crown is steadfast, the sword is courage,
tempering all blossoms the rose of grace and love.
Grant me my honor in life,
forever accept my deeds Lord Father Paladine.

The Oath

The good dragons have taken a solemn Oath that forbids them from entering Ansalon to aid the forces of good in the war against evil dragonkind. This Oath was demanded by
Takhisis, the Queen of Darkness herself.
The Oath was taken because the Queen of Darkness stole all the good dragon's eggs: gold, silver, bronze, brass,
and copper. She holds these eggs in a
closely guarded secret location.

If the good dragons abide by the terms of the Oath, the Queen had promised to return all the eggs unharmed after the war has run its course and evil had triumphed.
If the good dragons interfere, however,
Takhisis has promised to destroy the eggs.
The eggs, the future of the dragon race, are the only things she needed to restrict the good dragons. Because of their lack of opposition, the forces of evil led by the evil dragons show every sign of eventually conquering and laying waste to the world of Krynn.
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