The Serpent King

Born deep inside the magma of the fiery mountain
With lava bursting forth like a fountain.
Stirs the great wyrm.
The world of man will burn,
By the bane of the man, Soloman.

Soloman, The Godly King of the highest Orders
Protecting every realm and borders.
His shiny boots on the floor,
He holds forth the mighty sword,
To repel all beast and boarders.

What will happen,
When legend meets beast?
Who will bring victory
And who will be the feast?

Roarax, The Bane of man, fills the sky
Upon the sky’s winds he will glide.
His mighty tail lashes
And he leaves men in ashes.
He is the beast to end the times.

The armies amass to protect their lands
As far as can see are forces of man.
Their mail shines bright
On the armies of light.
Their victory is foretold to be grand.

The forces of light take the field
Baring aloft The God King’s seal.
Eagerly searching the skies
With their shields held high.
Until dragon wings beat like thunder
Man becomes prey, beast the hunter.
Mouth flickers fire, eyes are so stern
Lo, here comes the beast,
     The conquering wyrm.

Roarax, with a gout of fire, laying waste
Or simply just stomping men to paste.
Men, they prey to their King
But even he feels the sting.
This is all, but a taste.

The God King falls to Roarax’s fell breath
His body decays until nothings left.
Men fall to their knees,
Begging Roarax with pleas.
They will worship him until their deaths.

Roarax takes his place upon his throne;
A mountain made of shattered bones.
Lording over earth and sky
Until the day that time is nigh.
Emblems blaze with wing and flame
So that all will remember his name.
Roarax, The Serpent King,  with eyes that burn.
Lo, here is the beast,
     The corruptible wyrm.