A shattered visage, proud, austere, In desert sands, my name appears. Though kings once feared my vast command, Now I am but crumbled sand.

My infamy I must defend By burning of my whiskers’ end Buccaneering is what I teach And I’ve shipwrecked on an eastern beach

I roar deeply, I quake, and billow black smoke, leaving ash in my wake. Though a dragon I am not, I reach for the sky and spit red flaming hot.

Men must rise and men must fall, then rise again to speak to all. On whispered breath around a fire, I'm told to young and old. Look for me at land's end, to understand the scroll you hold.

I start weak, but I become strong. I have one eye, yet I can't see. I move, but I don't have legs. I cause destruction in my path.