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A Dragon's Demise
Rhisereld
It slipped and slid and slithered ::Heaving with all its might ::Over sea soaked, sharp edged stone ::Silently seething with spite ::Beneath its rigid iron scales ::The demand for destruction lay ::For houses to meet his fiery wrath ::For blood to stain the day :: ::Hunting the lands for his precious goblet ::Seeking day and night ::He brutally slaughtered many beings ::And towns he set alight ::How dare these two-legs disturb his slumber ::How dare they raid his hoard ::How dare they defy his claim for revenge ::His ferociousness ignored :: ::Poised above the rugged sea cliff ::He inspected the desolate lands ::Not unlike a bird of prey ::Guards the area it commands ::His imposing, powerful, fearsome scrutiny ::Spied the men steel-clad ::Whose stone and iron swords were drawn ::Courage in a flimsy facade ::A menacing snap, a lick of flame ::The group of warriors fled ::Only three brave men remained ::In each other's stead ::The warriors approached in a steady gait ::But the dragon's judgement was true: ::A possible threat lay only in one ::But not the other two :: ::His tail lashed out in a mighty blow ::And struck a warrior too brash ::He turned to scorch a green-skinned orc ::Reducing his shield to ash ::As he released a fiery flare ::The shieldless warrior drew back ::Sheltering behind a remaining human ::Who had the nerve to attack :: ::He took his chance and seized the man ::Between his pearly teeth ::He snapped his jaws and reared up high ::Only to expose his beneath ::A cleave to belly by the last live orc ::Caused him to writhe in pain ::He fell to the earth with a muffled thump ::Never to rise again.