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In this poem the author puts himself in the shoes of the eighth emperor to declare his misunderstood intentions of unfettered conquest and self-defense.
Today the Academy declared,
Our fate rests with dragonmares.
Our great Capital cannot function,
With the vile girl and Dragon of Destruction.
We mustn’t forget its terrible powers,
And what it did to the Towers.
The bond the girl and dragon share,
Will put an end to the heir.
Her wicked gun that creates strife,
And its own defenses, the arrows of light.
Now I, the Emperor, make my decree,
The deviant duo shall no longer be.
And the Seekers shall not interfere,
With our great land, pride, and cheer.
For although we may die,
Our legacy that lives, I cannot deny.