the plains of africa whisper and rustle
   shaking out the ancestors in the fields
           elder magic rising from the dust and dirt
        "you shall never -"

                tell us, draco, where do we turn
           where will be go
                without your guidance?
                   your presence was one of extraordinary measures
           as graceful as a dragon's steps,
                fueled by an inner fire -

    but you would smile,
       that twinkle in your eye that meets mine
               and you'd nod your head up.

        "to the stars. we've all the time in the world, lass."

In memory of Sir Sean Connery. Rest in the stars, sir.