The smell of flame, the ring of steel, the clashing of the shield,
the overwhelming foe appears and fails to make us yield.
Though talons gouge us all about, as blood escapes our veins,
we tarry not to meet our fate, regardless of the pains.
The bearded chin, the pointed ear, the fuzzy-furry feet,
rush to our side with singing blade with eagerness to meet,
the scaly beast that threatens all, and so we must defeat
Into this land we thrust ourselves, for treasure, love and fame,
and for the feeling deep inside that drives us all to game,
and all the while we don't forget The One behind the name.
Beyond the skies up overhead, among the lofty stars,
The One can look down with content, upon this world of ours
And when our final battle stop, our journey doesn't end,
we gather up our courage, and we start it all again.
Happy birthday, Gary
Ave Victoria!
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