[pic]The Scorchio's Song
Son of the fiery Neopian volcanoes,
My character is full of fire;
My friendship is enduring
And my spirit soars forever higher.
With the Pteris and Shoyrus
I share the clear blue sky,
Enjoying the thrilling freedom
Possible only when I fly.
My leathery wings take me up and away
To places I've never been before.
Exotic locations quench my thirst,
The ever present desire to explore.
Treasure and adventures I always seek,
As well as quests and games to fill my day.
Neither fierce competition nor grueling task
Shall my steely determination sway.
What more could I ask of such a blessed life?
What may be added that I do not already possess?
Truly I have it all, and yet,
Something's missing, I do confess:
My master, protector and true friend
Cannot share of my happy state.
His gentle heart is lost and confused,
A feeling to which I too can relate.
The world puzzles him beyond his reach,
He makes neither heads nor tails.
He strives so hard to succeed,
Which is precisely why he fails.
Long ago I myself realized
That it is easier to go with the flow,
To drift with the current of life
Without a care for where you go.
Easier it is to take a step back
And view life objectively,
From a distance, from afar,
From great heights- just like me.
Son of the fiery Neopian volcanoes,
My character is full of fire;
My friendship is enduring
And my spirit soars forever higher.
With the Pteris and Shoyrus
I share the clear blue sky,
Enjoying the thrilling freedom
Possible only when I fly.
My leathery wings take me up and away
To places I've never been before.
Exotic locations quench my thirst,
The ever present desire to explore.
Treasure and adventures I always seek,
As well as quests and games to fill my day.
Neither fierce competition nor grueling task
Shall my steely determination sway.
What more could I ask of such a blessed life?
What may be added that I do not already possess?
Truly I have it all, and yet,
Something's missing, I do confess:
My master, protector and true friend
Cannot share of my happy state.
His gentle heart is lost and confused,
A feeling to which I too can relate.
The world puzzles him beyond his reach,
He makes neither heads nor tails.
He strives so hard to succeed,
Which is precisely why he fails.
Long ago I myself realized
That it is easier to go with the flow,
To drift with the current of life
Without a care for where you go.
Easier it is to take a step back
And view life objectively,
From a distance, from afar,
From great heights- just like me.