I Write Poetry
Wings of red and black do fly
Tis time for man to fight and die
No sword can harm them be it steel or bone
Upon the lofty mountain peak dragons doth place their mighty throne
songs of woe be sung by men under the rule of dragonkin
Men do foolish fight our kind and fall to our might
This is the song sung in hushtones under cover of night
Tis time for man to fight and die
No sword can harm them be it steel or bone
Upon the lofty mountain peak dragons doth place their mighty throne
songs of woe be sung by men under the rule of dragonkin
Men do foolish fight our kind and fall to our might
This is the song sung in hushtones under cover of night