She’s dead!
She’s dead…
I rode, ironclad, through swamp, through desert, through forest,
I rode through sultriness, through frigidness,
sword swinging at every challenger.
Never resting, not to clean my blade,
never stopping once in my tracks.
Always warm in the saddle,
my steed never let her hooves cool.
Spire in sight,
I slayed the dragon.
I feasted on it’s fiery heart;
took no treasures
for none sparkled with a shine
near her aura.
I ascended the tower,
nothing but stench
greeted me at the door.
Oh God! How you torment me so.
No treasure, no prize,
Only bleached bones to hold,
Only a corpse
at my apex.
She’s dead…
(this is a first draft, edit coming soon)
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