Royal leathery cloak unfurls above the domains of land,                                                                            Soaring                                                                                                                                   Weaving                                                                                                                                            Sailing the seas that lay in the sky.                                                                                                  You are Emperor of the raptors and salamanders alike.                                                                         You are their general and they, your footmen.                                                                                    Nobel Beast of Old wages war on the darting savages below.                                                                  Your ancient claws pierce the prey as they have since the first fires blazed upon your mothers scales and in her belly.                                                                                                                               Wings stretch and your voice cries out a song of blood and fire.                                                           For you are the Emperor of the seas in the sky