The realm of Melniboné was ancient, in decline
With actions that led Emperor Elric of Melniboné
To push back against human borders, with magics
In heavy combat, his sword Stormbringer flashed
As a great emperor, he was a Lord of the Dragons
He would ascend his Ruby throne with true power
Long due glory, with all the battles and wars won
If there were few casualties, it was due to strategy
Beyond the ability to physical slaughter all others
His mind a weapon, great strategy were a tapestry
But now he was spent, exhausted from the battle
Watching, waiting, he considered his path to end
His eyes deep, crimson red, deeply set in a skull
With the eyes Emperor Elric had ability to strike
By word, grimace or grin, a message felt in full
The Ruby throne massive, as red consumed white
The Crimson throne matched Elric's unique eyes
In the night the eyes would shine as Elric hunted
His instincts hidden, beneath a flesh of an albino
His deepest concerns weren't of state or pleasure
Focused on revenge, against his cousin Yykroon
A Dragon Prince, Yykroon was evil and beyond
He knew all means of killing and how to torment
And against Elric, he'd set himself aiming to kill
Elric had an advantage, with nothing left to lose
Time destroyed the physical world, Elric knew
His homeland was dark, ornately beautiful, alone
It wouldn't be long before the emperor would act
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