A dragon of blood haunts the tribes . the land the ice sea and the sky have the powers of claws

But those who yet to know it

Can only be fooled by a tick 

for when they belive,they fall

With falling comes death

Death,death,death,the death of tribes

the deaths of broken paths

and the deaths of the three moons 

When bloody claws fall,joy and peace come

Only then does then tick come out

to suck the blood of all

The four come the four fall

they cannot last forever

Without the ball

They need another

To help lead together

The sand rides

The wind falls

For only then,can they call

This was fun made and all!!!