Lifting its head, the dragon looked at me as I was full of dread. I didn’t plea, as I rose , I felt its power . Fire was blowing from its’ mouth. But I didn’t cower, as I started to play. I shook its many hands. I wasn’t here to slay. As I carefully move backwards playing my flute. The dragon listening in, he wasn’t a brute. This was my friend, standing there, wearing no armor . The dragon in my snare, I am The Dragon Enticer.
Music By: Peter Gundry