A poem:A dragon sniggered,Eyeing two squabbling rabbits,Perched atop a rock.The furballs stood still,Trembling, flooded with fear;The beast remained calm.Uttered one,boldly,"O dragon,ye can breathe fire;Feast on feared lions.Yet driven by greed,Ye murder more innocentsThan you can e'er eat.No measure of meatCan satiate thy hungerVitalised by greed.Though granted power,Ye roam, a baleful blackheart,Relishing our angst."The dragon blinked …
The Forgers of Fantasy 