He praised my talent, I feel happy.
He pointed out my defects, I curse him to be unhappy.
I dream of slaying a hundred wild goblins.
To be revered by my human goblins.
Dragon Dragon, where are you?
My vanity will be unleashed by slaying you.
I want people to praise me, fear me, and rever me.
Though I can accomplish naught but a fart in me.
Bubbling childishness, I seek my familial acknowledgement.
Sprouting teen, I desire the cliche peanut gallery.
Raging youth, I desire mortal possessions.
Accomplished man, I desire a heaven defying progeny.
Waning lifespan, I desire the younglings to look up to my history.
Peak of mortality, I want mother Earth to imprint myself into her everlasting magnificence.
Just to make the peanut goblins exclaim, "What a life he had. He was a man among men!"
In hopes to satisfy my unquenchable vanity.