The Green Dragon, Defender of the People

The war's begun, the land is clean
The people gather, the Dragon Green
the doors are open, and open wide
but come you close, and look inside

The tables are empty, the counter's bare
there's no one sitting, not a single chair
look round you now, nobody's there
the war's begun, but the pub is bare

The Dragon's gaze falls on an empty room
it's dark and quiet, and filled with gloom
where normally people have filled it here
the Dragon looks, and sheds a tear

what foul thing has closed Her doors?
where people should flock to this, Her War?
The Dragon calls throughout the skies
For aught to answer Her pitiful cries

And then She hears, across the breeze
from An Tir, Caid, and Kingdom East
foul plague has struck, struck hard it seems
the Dragon looks, and a nightmare's dream

of bodies littered 'cross the land
struck down by plague-beast's foul hand...
...The Dragon's head rises, and up She roars
to the skies, and screams for all "NO MORE

WILL I BETRAY THIS SACRED TRUST!
I SERVE THE PEOPLE, AND SO I MUST
TURN THOSE WHO WISH TO COME AWAY
TO SAVE THEIR LIVES, AGAINST THE DAY

WHEN PLAGUE-BEAST WITHERS AND DIES ABORN
WHEN WITH THE LIGHT OF THAT NEW MORN
THE DOORS MAY OPEN FRESH ONCE MORE
THAT ALL MAY RETURN TO THIS, MY WAR."

And the Green Dragon stands, and guards the way
against the plague-beast, and the day
when her people return, and then once more
can come and sit, and enjoy Her War.