And I stand enthralled and silent atop the ancient, shadowed mountain,
Gazing in awe at the stygian, night-cloaked sky, as above me a wondrous flight
Of ebon dragons soar on vast wings blacker than the darkling heavens
Maybe
I behold the personal war-dragons of none other than the mysterious and
Legendary ophidian king himself, majestically riding the night winds to the
Glorious field of some great and epic battle... By the gods, a more fearsomely
Splendid sight in this world there cannot be!