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!
