The Purple King (Lazer-Lightning-Dragonfire) - A Purple Dragon Song | Dungeons and Dragons

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Art used is by Yuliya Zabelina:
https://www.artstation.com/artwork/L2...

Lyrics:

Lo, in the sable shroud of night it flies,
A shadow crowned with horns of bone and hate,
Where lesser wyrms in trembling silence lie,
It weaveth fate with intellect innate.

No kin of Tiamat, nor of godly birth,
Yet claimeth it the scepter of all scale.
Its word bends dwarven kings to mark its worth,
And silv’ry tongues make warlike hearts turn pale.

O’er sundered thrones it casts its iron will,
A tyrant forged in cunning, not flame.
Where wisdom builds, and mortal mouths stand still,
It rules not out of love, but cold acclaim.

Lazer-Lightning-Dragonfire!
Blade of stars and wrath and ire!
Burning through the void with might,
Searing cleave of purple night!

Eyes like blood and wings like steel,
Crushing lords who dare not kneel!
Arcane blade, the sky’s desire—
Lazer-Lightning-Dragonfire!

Behold the chessboard set with mortal pawns,
Where none but he may grasp the final play.
He striketh swift when night's dark hour dawns,
Then vanish’d, leaveth ash and disarray.

Through shadow’d vaults and citadels of stone,
He seeth secrets, whisper'd in the dark.
With blade of light and mind of polished bone,
He brands his mark, eternal, grim, and stark.

To fight from pride alone is folly's sin—
He doth not war unless the war is won.
And should the storm of battle close him in,
He flees with grace, as silent as the sun.

Lazer-Lightning-Dragonfire!
Sword of doom and blazing choir!
Cone of searing, blinding blaze,
Cleaves the stars in molten haze!

Midnight blade of crackling doom,
Blinding death in twilight’s gloom!
No wall nor ward can shield from fire—
Lazer-Lightning-Dragonfire!

Lo, sages speak in trembled, fractured breath,
Of kingdoms tamed and rulers turned to thrall.
For better tyrant’s yoke than certain death,
The wise succumb, and thus the mighty fall.

The purple crown, it glistens not with gold,
But with the blood of foes and treaties made.
In intellect and arrogance grown old,
It builds empires from what sword hath flayed.

And when the final sun hath bled its glow,
In purple silence, still and high, alone—
He waits above, where none but dragons go.
The night, his throne. The world, his own.

The Purple King shall never tire!
Woe to all who draw his ire,
For when cunning fails, and battle transpires,
It's time for—
Lazer-Lightning-Dragonfire!

Lazer-Lightning-Dragonfire!
Cleave of dusk and death's desire!
Flash of judgment, burning bright,
Scourge of gods and bane of knights!

He who rules the void and sky,
King of thought and death and lie!
Bow before the storm entire—
Lazer-Lightning-Dragonfire!

Lazer-Lightning-Dragonfire!
Lazer-Lightning-Dragonfire!
Lazer-Lightning-Dragonfire!
Lazer-Lightning-Dragonfire!