What does it mean to be smart?
If one cannot wholly convey the heart.
Lunge into these squabbles of the mind and soul that clash.
Let it be acknowledged that we are brash.
We are buffoon with a zeal.
For we do not dread the great facts that will be reveal.

The facts that will be reveal,
Will make shrewd man doubt whether they are smart.
So, let us commence to tell a fable with great zeal.
Once upon a time, a fellow with heart,
Met a dragon who was brash.
On a solitary ground, without awaiting clash.

The land shakes from that clash.
Legends are still told of what was reveal.
On that day, the mighty dragon’s named Ignas the Brash,
Humble by a man known as Mar the Smart.
It greatly saddens our heart;
But this superb tale will not in with this lesser zeal.

Lesser men would end their zeal,
Disregarding bonds that forge in the clash.
Recounting only how old Mar took the dragon heart.
We are not lesser men we will reveal,
The true soul of Mar the Smart.
On that day, a drake met a man, a saga yet brash.

You know of Ignas the brash.
Gather your audacity and your zeal.
If your idiocy gets in his way, move! That is smart.
Hold nations will vanish when the drake clash.
He has no fear to reveal.
Thy say he is a splendid beast born without a heart.

Mar, confirm he has a heart.
Oh…oh, do not forget Ignas the Brash.
Why did Mar sob when slaying Ignas needs to be reveal?
The dismal tears haunt us; it takes our zeal.
So do not speak of the clash.
For we must understand the soul of old Mar the Smart.

So, you recognize our untruths to reveal the heart.
Oh… oh, Forgive us smart chap! We are brash.
Are zeal. Will endlessly clash.

By MID