There once was a heroic warrior
That would travel to great lengths
To challenge monster or man
To bestow his strengths
Once he drew his sword
Lords would sing and the heavens opened
His skill is a great reward
But there came a day
In which he couldn’t dream of
A monster of such wickedness
Would stand before him
Grunting and growling he seemed limitless
Eyes blood red claws like knives
The conceded warrior did not think much
It was he who beaten bigger creatures
Monsters and demon with one touch
At once the sword was drawn
Clashing with claws
But it was then when the heroic warrior
Took his last brave breath due to Satan’s paws
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