Every rider has a common fear,
Fear that his loved dragon, the thread will sear.
And as the deadly fall, we come to fly,
Friends come to fall, along a dragon�s cry.
Turn�s end is celebrated by the mass,
We look forward as it is coming near.
Turnover comes, and as we tip our glass,
Our minds turn o�er to those no longer here.
The interval. It�s Survival till then,
The hope within each of Pern�s dragonmen
And as we come to the end of the pass,
We remember those who have come to pass.
Being an honorable one, you might plan,
But it�s not easy being a dragonman.
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