The Nightwing with his black scales,
The grin on his face,
Killing his enemies without a trace,
As he sits on his mountain of collected tales.
Loves to hate,
Hates to love.
The Dragonets of Destiny,
With their Rainwing of failure,
Would be the perfect lure,
And would be a generosity.
Hates to love,
Loves to hate.
The Seawing was fierce,
The Nightwing was sad,
The rest were mad,
But it will be the Rainwing's heart he'll pierce.
Loves to hate,
Hates to love.
Standing on the mountain floor,
Failed to kill the failure,
Now looking for the cure,
But not caring about anything more.
Hates to love,
loves to hate.
His final act of treason,
Murdering the one who mothered too much fire,
To satisfy his murderous desire,
Alas, helping his tribe was the reason.
Loves to hate,
Hates to love.
Even though it was for his tribe,
He died in flames still hating,
Keeping the dragonets debating,
About all of his confusing vibes.
Hates to love,
Loves to hate.
Loves to hate,
Hates to love.