Wyverexx
In the deep dark of night,
It lives on without the light,
Finding joy in fearless flight.
In times of old,
It brings warmth to the cold,
To skeletons lying in graves of mould,
Inside the golden hills.
To the castle of Morgan La Fay,
The gifts he takes,
Flying through the wakes.
He, who is named Wyverexx,
Who knows the ancient text,
And, with fire breath, never misses a mark.
Knights of highest honor,
Tremble in fear,
For they know its strength,
And its wisdom.
Wyverexx of Earth, Fire, Water, and Air,
Evil enough to instill fear,
Kind enough to show mercy.
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