Our Elder today

Was a commander yesterday.

Battles he fought,

But love is what he sought.

Blood is what this man craved

And for this, his people were saved.

Humans were his enemies

For all of these centuries.

When chaos attacks

Bodies is what he stacks.

For days he fights,

To destroy human rights.

For pain he does not fear,

He sometimes feels that death is near.

He is getting older and weaker,

His eyesight becoming bleaker.

His skill is not as before,

But his love for his people will keep him wanting more.

Now he is an elder

Helping the Magmar race to become better.