There once was a warrior named Maloon


    He was in ilyria''s Fourth platoon


    He was guarding glunir when he noticed something near


    Twas 4 nelerians ready to kill


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    While he was thinking in a panic fray


    Maloon thought of a brilliant plan that day


    He hid at the side of the tower


    In hopes that they would not recive the wells power


    He held in his gasps as he saw their swords burst into flame


    He watched in horror as he saw his brave allies get slain


    He wanted to help, but then he saw the pelt


    Of Stolid, waiting for more blood to be spilled


    Maloon finally had enough.


    He was ready to defeat them, thinking he was tough


    As he rose from the side of the edge


    He was hit with a magma ball, slowy melting until he met his friends