The White Dragon

From north came danger, as we knew it would: In the Vanguard of winter, a dragon dance Unraveled the land, until out of the forest, Out of the plains they came, from the mothering earth, The sky unreckoned before them.

Nine there were, under the three moons, under the autumn twilight: As the world declined, they rose beckond by his call, they came to his side to proect that which was left.

For the hero of the light, fights the Darkness of thatHe Who Is.