Alas

With the dagger to each eye
First to blink
First to die
Once was this the game of Lords and Kings
Now the majic of Lions and Dragons and Eagles wings
I know not the minute hour or date
Only the closeness of a horrible fate
For a nation has shown it is weak by its division
And the Dragon has a plan for its indecision
Yet the Eagle has learned of this from a Dragons flea

Now we wait we pray we plea

The Blacksmith of Mars