Upon a fiery mountain crest so high,
Dragons soar, their roars kiss the sky.
Drakes below in shimmering scales,
Dancing winds in enchanted tales.

Magic’s spells crackle, cards in hand,
Summoning beasts from a mythic land.
Dragons charge with a thunderous cry,
As planeswalkers duel, sparks do fly.

Yet in the chaos, the bard found his place,
With a cheeky grin and barely a trace:
“Dragons are mighty, their fury a chase,
But how ‘bout dragon deez nuts on your face!”