Aeons old, and new,
Of Kingdoms all, great dragons' ruled –
Split amongst their few.
Of them alone, each had been tooled;
Those, who could pass through.

From where those came – the dragons' knew,
Heed, they never could.
From these they felt that all was due,
Likened as to wood.
All were beneath – far from askew,
“Pay, as loaned they should!
What of their life, without we few?
Hail! Our way is good!”

But greed and pride; a dragon's fail,
Soon they each sought more.
Though great they were, when none gave hail;
Grew they to abhor,
Roared command, still, to no avail.

“Now, how can it be,
These made as us – build so little?
One coin, then, debt free?
More; they're weak, these coins are brittle!
Show them of our key!
Now, grow strong, all forged like metal.
Seek! Find! Learn of we!
Gain power! Our key, our portal.”

When some knew power,
Sought and found; all the dragons' way:
Shapes, signs, even hour.
Then hoarding, forced beneath of they
To kneel, and cower.