On the day of good Maltas was born
A lovely babe of the Isle, Nerri.
The name Tamai they did her adorn,
And she lived near top of the aerie.
To Bond a dragon, the time did come,
And she wept for what was to happen.
The fate she held was only for some
And only when silver eggs cracken.
Her dragon, she was named Isari
A glorious silver-winged beauty.
Destined to be Queen of all K'larie
Most presigious and high a duty.
After Crowning she was perm'nanted
And justice she sought for her world
People loved her dearly and wanted
Promises of peace to be unfurled.
But Black rained from the sky and made dead
Her dear people she tried to protect
She became the air that they breath-ed
And no more Blackness they could detect.
Tamai had destroyed the Dark
Of which had haunted her empire.
Life she carried was the spark
Which declared her mind entire.