"Pshaw!" say the skeptics, the scoffers, the liars;
Many believe that burnt out is the fire;
They want to accredit that Thread is demolished;
But some are not sure it's entirely abolished.

Some say the Red Star begins to draw near,
Others, they say we've nothing to fear;
"It's been away, with no threat, for many-a Turn;
So why should we worry ourselves about Pern?"

The Dragons, they know, their clutches increase;
Would this be a factor if Threadfall was ceased?
Would Sabria's Fabrinath have come when she did?
Are these the true signs that our adversary's rid?

Through the turns we've forgotten our duty to those,
Who watched day and night as the Red Star would grow.
Who flew, at great risk, to keep Crafthall and Hold
safe from the ravages the sky would unfold.

We must still respect the traditions, the past;
We must thank the Weyrs for their works in each Pass.
For we are not sure, one hundred percent,
if gone is the thing for which Dragons were meant.