Dragon's Layer Not Liar Involves Deep Thought

the dragon's breath upon my neck that wreaks of rotten flesh that lingers from fear to courage i un-sheath my sword laden with jewels crafted by dwarvin fingers the sound of magic from my sword the echoeing cave walls bend as inflations in my lungs fill up with gusts of breathless wind the feast of my flesh or the slaying of the dragon soon shall begin the pounding of my heart and the will to survive shall overcome my fear within the battle begins in a darken dungeon where light shines through the fire where skeleton upon skeleton many a knights have stood there and retired to face an advesary so great delights in glory so desired many have stood before the flames their souls set on fire but a vicious thrust from hand to heart the scaley skin is pierced severed into several parts the dragons will is fierce but alas the mighty foe has fallen giving his magic to the slayer and soon the temple of the knight becomes the dragons layer ;)