Pools of lava burble around,
I watch the beast between the eyes,
Raise my sword to slay the beast.
The beast lets loose a deafening sound.
As I devise his demise
I promise to avenge the deceased.
The beast lunges, I swing my sword.
The blade ricochets off scales,
Bending the fine steel.
My courage restored,
I search for tiny details,
The world seeming surreal.
I grab the blade made by Giants.
I throw the blade fast,
Watch the terror in the beast.
As I make Death’s newest client,
I feel relief at last,
As the beast becomes the deceased.
