Lelarar says: Dragons and whelps and Leraiders oh my
Koios says: And though it's dark and gloomy, morning is nigh
Koios says: And on the cliffs, the Klyros will presume to fly
Koios says: But to fate they plunge with a scream oh so high
Koios says: Because their wings were left to wither and die
Koios says: The Devs gaze upon it and gives but a sigh
Koios says: They have yet to find where the coding shall lie