The Serpent of Cyrantiak
Cyrantiak = ser ran' shak
Simoquar = See' mo kwar

On the base of lofty mountain slope
The village of Cyrantiak dwelt
The peak ne’er tried with pick or rope
A mysterious presence felt
Villagers fled in early spring
To seek a wooded shelter far
For every coming  year would bring
The serpent known as Simoquar
None dared to face such quaking force
Not e’en the bravest soldier stayed
The monster warned his downward course
Grumbling days before his raid
The people though in fearful haste
Felt grateful for a safe escape
Came back to find their town in waste
Thatch and mortar left agape
They saw the winding path left deep
That marked the sad undoing
The town would see its children weep
To view their homes in ruin
Determination formed a bond
With labors shared and kinship grown
The sleeping serpent withdrawn beyond
The fresh built walls of soil and stone
Each year the town moved more away
In hopes to cease the beast’s assault
But twisting remnants of his fray
Showed Simoquar exalt
Eventually the people left
Enfeebled from their fruitless toil
shoulders weary, souls bereft
moved on to unscathed soil
Today a winding river mild
Shows its rage in spring
melting snow and rainstorms wild
prompt Simoquar to sing