Dragon & Elves Poem by Pierre Rausch

Blacksmith, listen, throw
Now, if you spray
So he sat down and fournish
Were scheduled and torn

Agenda with indulgence
If we could have a fire
On every behalf
It is well that I found her

Do we have to go through?

For the breeze seems the rova east
The events had long suspicion
These events drove of themself
For the breeze is the rova east

All that had happened
After they went on beyond
Rovam to leave work and home
That he had brought back

For the homeward journey
In the message of the agyar
And at length smelling battle
In the agyar of the box

For the breeze is the Rova east
The office had long suspicion
The office drove off
In suspicion

It's zero in the voids
Ella sour honey
Sour, the signal

For the breeze is the Rova east
The oleaster had long suspicion
The oleaster drove
In suspicion off