So I pack up all my old stuff, and write a letter.
Leave by dusk.
I don't know where I'm going.
There's roaring in the caverns ahead.
I trudge forward and light a torch.
There are blood stains on the walls.
What I see is gory, abhorrent: men without their heads.
The monster screams.
I hear it's teeth, but I walk calmly towards it.
And I unsheathe my sword and breath.
My fire unleashed.
In sight.
I swing.
I feel strong I'm glowing.
I'm roaring.
I enter the ultimate clash.
Ten feet tall with claws as long.
I surely ought to be dead.
I fight bravely with glory the lord sees.
Our duel is over fast.
Through its skull a final blow, and I keep walking past.