The crimson sun rises over dark shale
as a churning river of lava flows
through this dark and dismal shadow-filled vale
beneath monstrous, towering volcanoes
spitting smoke and ashes into the sky --
a granite ceiling, as cold as hard stone.
The Earth bleeds like a wound newly incised
while a deep rumble makes its presence known.
Out of the south, there comes a rider fair
on a magnificent steed white as snow.
Gleaming gems are woven into her hair.
She bears a sharp sword and armor that glow,
to hunt the great dragons who claim this land.
Here the dragon slayer will make her stand.