His ambitions

On the empty salt lake eyes ready for tears to cry
Bellion stood contemplating the foundation of an empire
His ear caught the sinister screech of a distant Strak
In his heart there was fullness even in the empty lake of lack
The eastern expanses desolation consoled him

In the circle of blueness surrounded by cloud
He saw destiny and yonder greatness strong and round
His men's chins did lift and observe just so
And their spirit's were high despite the land so low

Bellion proclaimed himself over the southern abundance
Hungry for every battle ahead, each reptillian fiend, every chance
And his men did heed the necessity for a leader as this
That foes would be felled by blade and fist
And allies embraced in arms and kisses

He dreamed the great dream which was Tukron
Comprehending the thousands of years that his name would ring out
in the ears of his future descendants, to their hearts over their land
That Wagron's beginning would be moulded by his hand

Bellion looked further east The southern Strak somewhere lurking
The blade raised glinting in the sun, suddenly alive to have left the scabbard
Fear slowly left tiptoeing away from the Wagrons who had tamed a land
More terrifying than earth but a thousand times more blessed
Their laughing rose and possesed the sand as it flew with the wind through the emptiness

Bellion looked back west tying his shield to his horse and mounting
Trots turned to gallops and gallops to thunder and lightening
One thousand desires and dreams to achieve
From his ambitions there was no relief