There once was a warrior named Maloon

  He was in ilyria's Fourth platoon

  He was guarding glunir when he noticed something near

  Twas 4 nelerians ready to kill

  This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.

  While he was thinking in a panic fray

  Maloon thought of a brilliant plan that day

  He hid at the side of the tower

  In hopes that they would not recive the wells power

  He held in his gasps as he saw their swords burst into flame

  He watched in horror as he saw his brave allies get slain

  He wanted to help, but then he saw the pelt

  Of Stolid, waiting for more blood to be spilled

  Maloon finally had enough.

  He was ready to defeat them, thinking he was tough

  As he rose from the side of the edge

  He was hit with a magma ball, slowy melting until he met his friends