And thus without a
moment’s regret
Did that brave warrior,
his passion whet
As he stood on the
summit of Mount Doomfire
Doubtless he had earned
the God Dragon’s ire
For in a headlock, he
held the beast
With the sincere aim of
making a feast
Of draconic meat and
serpentine bone
And fashion his skull
into a rugged throne.
The beast did swing his
sword edged tail
But what came next was
an inhuman wail;
With but a yawn and a
flick of his wrist
Heaven’s drake roared
and struck
But the warrior would
speak -- “No luck!”
The dragon, heedless,
struck with fangs
But quickly met with
wretched pangs.
Such pain it felt! Such
disrespect!
His teeth shattered ‘gainst
that man’s pecs!
With but a flex, the
warrior fired
Each fang at his
foe. He’d best retire!
The God Dragon, bloody
and bested
Thought it best to
leave luck untested.
Flap hard he did, for
clouds above
But quite aware of the
warrior’s glove.
“Heed me, dragon!” the
man did boast
In a voice that shook
the distant coast.
“You have fought
Blackules and lost!
Run if you will -- at
honor’s cost!”
The God Dragon growled,
and ran in spite
Of the warning -- due
to the might
Of Blackules, with bald,
brown head
And beard so thick it splayed
gods dead.
His muscles shone, and
glimmered in light
Of the three moons of endless
night
His thumping heart, so
noble and pure
Beat storms into the
sky, for sure.
“Dragon!” he yelled,
stepping forth.
“Now, I shall prove my
worth!
You deities who withhold
the sun
Ensuring mortals’ age
is done
I stand unarmed, with
will of fire
As lord of all hope and
desire
Beware! Before this fight is through
I’ll bring sunrise -- a
dawn anew!”
No more words could
pause their battle;
Blackules roared; the
sky did rattle
As he leapt from the
peak, and from his calf
His strength burst and
ripped the mountain in half!
He punched through the
dragon to claim victory
But he knew, in a
flash, that this range would be
The site of a skirmish
-- nay, a horrible war
And with fists alone he
would even the score.
Beast after beast came
from on high
A sign of the end; man’s
judgment was nigh!
By the dozens they
fell, of myriad size
Raging and roaring
before his eyes.
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