Hic Sunt Dracones:
Here be the destroyers of life
And the protectors of Life;
Here be the stuff of nightmares
And the inspiration for dreams;
Here is Proteus, tightly gripped,
Shifting from Evil to Good to Evil
And never changing shape.
Hic Sunt Leones:
Here is the golden brick coward
Who becomes the stalwart hero;
Here are the fathers and uncles
Who run in terror from the shadow
Cast by their own hidden power
Yet guard the hearth from wolves;
Here be the clay-feet hardened to iron.
Hic Sunt Daemons:
Here be the tormentors and bullies
Who inspire their victims to greatness;
Here be the agents of persecution
That bring about revolution and freedom;
Here be the hopelessly hardened hearts
That carry each and every to the abyss,
Begetting the strength to persevere.
