Dragonslayer
...for death in the await within the bleak blink of a stare
gazing pierce rough on through about a joyful tears
sharp violented uprise right up through in place
faded to behold a beauity to be pondered in grace
a blazing massacre to be written on blood of ancients
a dry splendor of a gleam yellow of a touchy stormy dawn
blame a billion soul on the clashing against such a Dragon
and the worlds of the very song of a bard's divide
may the very spring and the stream be on your shoulders
shall bring a salvation of a known flows meander
And the fire rise to be written on the heart
To be eaten by the great serpent upon the crimson
A break of a chain beak dark and sharp teeth to swallow
As the ways give waves bend a wingy flap and the sand
And the core of a spin in written glory ripple
The wheel marks the seal sets and fear
The very few soul left on the field
And the mighty fire your gaze wield
And shall the very stare in your eyes shall petrify
Your crimson tide shall be glorified...
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