Flying over misty moors,
Golden Dragon deeply sighed.
What a thunderstorm occurred,
Not at all a pretty sight!
Tiger growling, showing paws,
Orc with mace in mighty hand...
“Everybody! Cease it! YAWP!”
Damn... Who wants to kill the Lands?..
Shaking oaks at Chaosville
Whisper to the strangers:
“Why? What for? If you don’t feel
Like living here – who will care?”
A bony lich rushes up and screams:
“No! Listen, you! Don’t scowl!
We’re dying, dont’cha see?”
But no response, and only owls
Are hooting in the dark...
This argument must cease!
Or else we’ll need a Noah’s Ark...
Calm down, people! Please!
The dragon rose then to the black,
And went away from screams and pain.
He needs a rest... but he’ll be back!
Nothing to lose now, only gain!
And, while flying, he recalled
The other latest news.
“Who said,” – he instantly had growled, -
“That miracles are never true?”
“They are! Think of Sir Logan!
We thought he died, but he’s alive!
So leave behind all your arrogance,
Believe, my friends... Believe and strive!”
Upon that thoughts, the dragon’s eyes
Began to close... “Oh no!”
“I’d better get some sleep at night,
So – farewell to all!”
