Author: Sam

Story: Honor's Repertoire: 3 of 4

Series: Islinne Weyr

Note: What would happen if the Weyrs were actually shunned (like in the 9th Pass)? Based on American Pie by Don McLean. (This was popular at DragonCon a few years back, for those who remember.)

A long, long time ago:
I can still remember how
I heard that dragons used to flame.

I knew if they didn't rise again,
Thread could ravage all the land,
And then our lives would never be the same.

Barren rock stretched everywhere,
Because the people didn't care
To help the Weyrs in need
So they could do their deed.

I can't remember if I cried
When I sang my death song for his bride,
But something told me we'd survive
The day the dragons fly.

So, Goodbye
To the wings in the sky.
Thread is gonna fall
So we're all gonna fly.
And there's no time to think
Though the pain makes you cry.
'Cause this'll be the day that I die.
This'll be the day that I die.

The green flies fast and sleek.
She's strong of heart though you'd think she's weak.
She makes up half the Weyr.

Without her speed up in the air
The verdant land would be left bare
And animals would disappear.

Well, think my Lords and Masters, do,
If you tell the Weyr to stowe their crew
The people would soon be scored.
Nothing will be stored.

Just think what happens if the vibrant green
Didn't fly the skies and in Between.
Yes, this is what your protests mean
Unless the dragons fly.

So, Goodbye
To the wings in the sky.
Thread is gonna fall
So we're all gonna fly.
And there's no time to think
Though the pain makes you cry.
'Cause this'll be the day that I die.
This'll be the day that I die.

Now, for this pass we'd be on our own,
Trying to live with only stone,
But that's not how it has to be.

When blues char Thread to protect the land
The holds and crafts should lend a hand,
Sending fire crews outside to see

If somehow burrows mark the land
In dirt and clay or marsh and sand.
To Search for riders new,
Is a function of the blue.

Though the Holds and Crafts think Searches bad,
The Weyrs don't Search to make us mad;
They need a likely girl or lad
Or else the dragons die.

So, Goodbye
To the wings in the sky.
Thread is gonna fall
So we're all gonna fly.
And there's no time to think
Though the pain makes you cry.
'Cause this'll be the day that I die.
This'll be the day that I die.

The mighty browns protect their friends and riders.
The wounds are worse when you're hurt much higher:
Three leagues high and falling fast.

With Threaded dragons keening pain,
It sometimes seems they fly in vain,
'Cause the Crafts and Holds think their need is passed.

Now the riders ask so little tithe:
Just enough to feed them right.
The browns they fly so true,
But they need some help from you.

And while they score a leg or arm,
They try to keep their mates from harm.
And so they have no time to farm,
Because they have to fly.

So, Goodbye
To the wings in the sky.
Thread is gonna fall
So we're all gonna fly.
And there's no time to think
Though the pain makes you cry.
'Cause this'll be the day that I die.
This'll be the day that I die.

Oh, the bronzes lead the dragon wings
To stop the Thread from killing things,
With no chance left to try again.

The leader tries to guide them flying strong.
The Holds and Crafts, they think they're wrong
To ask for food to sustain their men.

And as I watched them die that day,
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
The crafts and Holds would smile
When thinking of their guile.

And as the flames climbed high into the night
To do the job of a bronze in flight,
I heard the people weep in fright,
Because the dragons died.

So, Goodbye
To the wings in the sky.
Thread is gonna fall
So we're all gonna fly.
And there's no time to think
Though the pain makes you cry.
'Cause this'll be the day that I die.
This'll be the day that I die.

I asked a girl who rode a gold.
Her weary eyes were much too old.
She shook her head and whispered "No."

I went up to the empty Weyr
And walked right in despite my fear,
But the man there said the riders wouldn't go.

And in the streets the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the harpers dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The drum towers all were broken.

And those I thought I'd liked that day,
The Lords and Crafters, all did say
That they had made the riders pay
The day the dragons died.

So, Goodbye
To the wings in the sky.
Thread is gonna fall
So we're all gonna fly.
And there's no time to think
Though the pain makes you cry.
'Cause this'll be the day that I die.
This'll be the day that I die.

So, Goodbye
To the wings in the sky.
Thread is gonna fall
So we're all gonna fly.
And there's no time to think
Though the pain makes you cry.
'Cause this'll be the day that I die.