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Quietly, at night, he descends in the cavern
Keeping his hand, tightly upon his sword
Squinting to see what may lie before him
Keeping careful to not utter a word.
He is on a quest, a personal vendetta,
This dragon had taken his brother’s life
Left at home, were his children, young and hopeful
And the remains of his once, adoring wife.
The dragon will pay for the evil he masters
Demon, within the cave, will truly be slayed
The man, with the sword and a heart full of hatred
Will one day be thankful for this vow that he made
Now, as he approaches, a light in the distance
A fire of Hell, it seems, straight from the ground
Careful to not arouse, the demon who slumbers
Careful to sneak close, without making a sound.
A rock, oh, the foot, had kicked down the cavern
Awakening evil, in its eyes, fury and rage
The two, face to face, respect, but with hatred
Sword now is drawn and a war now is raged.
With quickness, he ran, stalagmite, a cover
Ducked for a moment, to gather his thoughts
Yes, if he runs, with shield as a cover
The sword, he could use to plunge in its throat.
So, off went the man, but really a boy,
Sixteen, with so much life yet to live
Off to make claim to a victory he needed
To slay the dragon, he would never forgive.
The battle ensued, man and dragon,
A moment of fury. He prayed to the Lord.
Being smaller and faster, he got up on under
And into the neck, he thrust in his sword.
Diminishing fire, the dragon lay wasted,
Dying and trying to take its last breath.
Standing, though tired, the man watches on
As life is now fading, its life now bereft.

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