...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 ebony dragons
soar on vast wings blacker than the darkling heavens...
Mayhap 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!