DragonRider
In the heat of a summer sun
In a blazing sky
on the wings of a dragon in the wind
the warlords of Pern will fly
into the battle that they know can never be won
still they will couqueor just to hold the line
burn the threads from the sky until
the red sun falls from the sky
The egg gleams in moonlight
on the edge of the sky
high on a mountain deep in a cliffside
Ware The Dragonriders of Pern
As the egg starts to shake
begins to quiver with the life inside
You can feel the dragon take hold
and burn with the melding of Your minds