Horns eyes scales red,
mounds of gold, piles of the dead.
Forests burned, kingdoms crumbled,
sword shield mail jumbled.
Breath is death, heart is cold,
malevolent wicked sinister bold.
-Juth the Bard of Deepingdale BDR 2265
Written about the great worm Umortameaniedies.
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