To the South, there they dwell,
The creatures of the mighty well,
Attacking all who draw near,
Riddling them with great fear,
They are the Southern Blue Elves,
Whom which are frail themselves,
But through shear numbers alone,
They protect their frigid zone.
To the North, there hungers,
Those who can be such gold mongers,
Burning villages for their treasures,
Only for their own greedy pleasures,
They're the fiery Northern Red Dragons,
Whom which usually gets the last action,
And in its wild tendencies,
Can never be set free of all it's felonies.
To the West, where they soar,
Never do they go near the core,
Hunting all that is near and far,
And are creatures of the bizarre,
They're the many, many Western Yellow Wyverns,
That have many tales told in the taverns,
Flying for life and never to land,
Keeping prey for food at hand.
To the East, throughout the lands,
From dense jungle to the searing sands,
Live a very prestigious race,
Whom which have five of each face,
'Tis the regal Eastern Green Nagas,
Their gaze will end any saga,
Whilst watching over their home,
And when enraged, can be very gruesome.
Northern Red, and Western Yellow,
Both will kill any fellow,
Eastern Green, and Southern Blue,
Will rarely ever be seen by you,
'Wir schützen Sie alle,
Zusammen mit allen anderen Fae,
Denn wir schützen diese Welt, '
Thus protecting us in the place that we dwelt.