Specter
I feel the air brush past my ear
It brushes as I pass
I smell the fume with rolling fear
A specter through the glass
A myrddaal the eyeless glare
It sees better with no eyes
With this specter's eyeless stare
The seer surely dies
Following comes the dragon's wrath
To most it would appall
Because the dragon carries Callandor
The myrddaal will fall
The battle rages through the night
Who will the winner be?
The winner will be Callandor
And the wrath that follows thee
The specter fights with endless rage
Refusing just to die
But with a single flame abroad
The myrddaal will fry
Then the dragon channels through
The sword of crystal light
And with a fire best left untold
The dragon ends the fight