I hearken unto you. For I am Lord of The Shadowlands, and I reign supreme under the cool breeze of My mastery, as I sit gazing defiantly the scorching fires of your distant sexuality!
I scoff at the dancing embers attempting to char broil My feet! Do they not know I take pleasure in extinguishing them under the full brunt of My heel? Nay. They do not know. But let it be known.
And let it also be known that the trumpets will sound, and the herald will announce with great jubilation My glorious return.
Galloping on horseback will I be, striding past the gates of your psychology.
Thus spoke The Dragon Master.