Slaying of Onyxia, The

The Slaying of Onyxia (by Unified Guild)
 * -''by Zhishi

In these dark times, when war and pride Looms as a dark and evil tide A band of heros Unified To slay a fearsome dragon Though many times we failed to win The Light raised us to try again And bravely we once more went in To battle with the dragon And so we stood before her lair And knew the black beast living there Was slumbering, and unaware We'd come for her, the dragon Through her protectors first we fought And in the fiery waves were caught The path was won, though dearly bought That led us to the dragon The words of power filled the air To give us strength and courage there With one last check, we did prepare To slay the mighty dragon Then Moridin cried out "Attack!" And we all charged her at his back He drew his sword, with it to hack The scaled hide of the dragon And when the focus of her ire That dwarf, ignoring wounds most dire Called for us all to aim our fire At that ferocious dragon We set on her with sword and mace And spells and arrows flew through space While healers' desperate prayers erase The pain caused by the dragon She cried "I'll bring this to a close!" And up into the air she rose To breathe down fire on her foes That dared to fight the dragon But even there, our onslaught stayed And brought her children to her aid To wreak great havoc in the raid Still wounding that old dragon Against them, too, we held our ground And when her whelplings all were downed She screamed her rage, a fearful sound Grief stricken was the dragon She landed with a mighty roar And lava split the shaking floor We all fled mindlessly before The fury of the dragon But Malorye cried out commands And guided weapons, spells and hands To face the fear and take our stands Against that dying dragon And though she raged and fought and roared Her tail lashed out, her talons gored We, side by side, with one accord Did slay the mighty dragon And when the evil beast was dead As his due right, the dwarf we pled To take the severed, ugly head A trophy from the dragon And so, to Stormwind he will go Her conquered head a prize to show And hang on high, so those below Can mock that once-feared dragon (Not really in the spirit of the rest, but I can't stay serious for too long. Just can't. Sowwy. ) Adventurers all, brave and bold Who fight for honor (and for gold) For this brave crew, a toast we hold... So let's all raise a flagon!