He is tall, broad, black,
he rides the Dragons back.
He is strong, fierce, wild,
he is Midnights' Only Child.
He is the one no one dares attack,
for once he slew a multitude,
of Warriors far and wide.
The Oldest Son, the Only One,
the one as fierce as Middays Sun.
He was my Lover, the stuff of dreams,
he was besieged by a thousand Valkyries.
Yet he stood his ground, he kept his crown,
as he was the one, no one dared decieve.
Such strength and determination, one day he'll rule the nation.
His Iron Fist, his Golden Heart, he was born to play the part.
I can see it in his face, one day he'll rule the human race.
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