Mythical Fling

I saw you soaring upon the back of your dragon as a Valkyrie
And me no more than a woodland elf stretching my bow as if in slavery
With so many to do your bidding, when will it ever be my chance  
There are so many in order before me waiting for your glance
 
But I smell of the prophecy, your dragon knows my scent
My dreams are ravaged savagely, the darkness will never relent  
Just being near you as I go about my duties among the the trees
It's only your dragon that can hear and feel my heart's pleas
 
The simple thought of a Valkyrie and an elfin hunter in love
Gives light to discontent and draws prayers to see the lighting above
I have mined within as a dwarf through both heart and mind
I've discarded precious ores and gems leaving them for others to find
 
A fucking troll boo, but I need so much more than who's crossing my bridge
With you I need a night in eternity, I need to ride dawn's ridge
How can your dragon sniff and bow to me as if I'm Merlin himself
At times I wonder if I'm a Pendragon or a pent dragon myself
 
I bear the weight of Jormungandr trying to equate this relationship
Medusa acknowledges Pegasus as her offspring, but love never passes her lips
I've invited you up thirty-three vertebrae to share my tree of life
Fluids of life held for two and a half days untainted, charged without strife  
 
I learned of my roots as ancient words poured from the cauldron and brush
Three old ladies sharing one eye told me of a Siren's song to achieve your touch
How a lonely woodland elf could share your powers and ride the skies  
How a dreamer of dreams could pull you down to level with his eyes