Il testo della Black dragons soar above the mountain of shadows (prologue)

The watcher in stone:
...and i stand enthralled and silent atop the ancient,
Shadowed mountain, gazing in awe at the stygian,
Night-cloaked sky, as above me a wondrous flight of ebon
Dragons soar on vast wings blacker than the darkling
Heavens... mayhap i behold the personal war-dragons of none
Other than the mysterious and legendary ophidian king
Himself, majestically riding the night winds to the glorious
Field of some great and epic battle... by the gods, a more
Fearsomely splendid sight in this world there cannot