Once upon a time, dragons ruled the land, skies, and seas
And all creatures worshipped the great Scaled Lords
From mountains of gold they ruled
And all were made to pay
A young Elven prince named Alonwe was known for his cleverness and trickery
He gathered all the Elven gold in one big pile
And snuck upon Jygolath, the greatest and strongest of the dragons
When he was sleeping in his palace
So powerful Jygolath had grown, that his scales were big as houses
And Alonwe was able to climb between them
And drain this Father of Dragons of a drop of his blood
And disappear again, on light Elven feet
At his mountain of gold, Alonwe spoke words of power
And binded this gold to the blood of the beast
When this gold would touch others
It would carry the spell
Each coin longed for a brother
And made this desire known
Anyone possessing this much treasure
Would always desire more
Jygolath awakened and felt the Elven sting
He roamed the land in anger
Looking for answers
And he met the Elven Alonwe
Alonwe bowed before Jygolath, and offered his treasure
To serve the Dragon King
And Jygolath took the gold
To his mountain, with the rest
When the gifted gold touched the treasure of Jygolath
The spell came alive
Each coin, each nugget, each bar
Calling out to Jygolath, we are lonely
Jygolath heard this call, and desired more than ever
Yet this call was not heard by him alone
It was heard by all of dragonkin
Releasing a monstrous greed
And thus all dragons released fang and claw and fire
Ice and wind and death
Upon each other
To claim the golden promise
After an age, only few dragons were left
Their treasures scattered and shared
And they retreated from the world, disgraced
And thus it is said
That if too much gold is gathered
In a purse, pile, or hoard
It sings out to those with dragonblood
In a song of woe and loneliness