Accords of missed context. Eighth Iteration. Source unknown.

At first, we heard the Dragon’s Call
The Silence we hear Last of All
The brave respond. Arise! Arise!
How the vassals stand so brave
Their sheltered Lords they go to save.
How confident the Dragon Lies. She Lies!
The Golden Toad, ‘neath fiery Stone
Covers Murder, Flesh, and Bone
The haughty hide the Crime in Time.
  And further, the further one goes back
Along an ancient unmasked Track
Vermillion cloth upon her Back, Her back!
One looks where eyes have not seen
The Woman in the Woodland Green,
The shiftless, hapless, selfish she
Another withstood a tower, What Power!
This unnamed and unknowing lass
Looked into a leaded glass
  Muddled thoughts her will let pass
An even deeper, darker curse
An infinite stew of soundless voices
The vortex of undiscovered choices
Now together two entwined
The Mindful man in a vengeful act
The Thoughtless mew in the darkened pact
A different end for time’s swift shaft
Into the future then did fly, did fly.
  A changeless form forever fell,
A Shifting One who’d never tell
And third, caught by them betwixt
Incautious in both deed and word
The Guardians nonetheless had heard
The time must move undeterred
From prefixed ‘til the end, the end
In caprice incautious wind
Aims for all of time to die, to die.
  Scales for the Dragon, tests of faith
For the Found Lost -her throne of grace
And for the Ransomed one his Place
For Torment, she stands, yet to face
What echoes of the halls of time
What shadows of a now lost clime
Must mean to her in her chosen home
Before her rest can at last come
From her deepest friend, or those not known
  A poet with his pen writes sounds he hears
The shepherd, with keen eyes, draws shears
By the pricking of my thumb

something wicked this way comes A shepherd am I? or a Poet
How close the shear, how far the rote
The Players hear, and the song we know
How far must the archer bend the bow
To strike the bullock’s eager eye?