With life and purpose,

What is it that drives me forward?

What is it that makes a man?

Is he defined by his muscles?

His women that he conquered?

The company he keeps?

The foes that he has slain?

Do you see the mountain of corpses that I stand upon?

Have you seen the families that I have drowned?

Perhaps the wealth that I have acquired?

No.

I thought naught.

For if you had, dragon,

You may have been satisfied.

No, you simply want what is worst for me.

The men that have dissolved in my path.

The endless stream of bastards that are mine.

I tell you,

There is not a man that can stand next to us,

When we are in sync.

For you only exemplified my desires,

It is as though I have a front row seat to my life.

To see the carnage that can be wrought. 

Kings have laid their crowns at my feet,

Begging for their lives.

What a sniveling bunch of cowards!

Armies have pledged allegiance to me,

Oh how my foes have multiplied.

I have held the scepter of the world in my palm, 

And you, dragon, 

Wanted the stars.