Amongst the rising flames, with sword at the ready
I stand tense toward the behemoth that lies before thee
A massive array of crimson scales; it fierce gaze quite steady
As we prepare to duel in a searing sea
Of flame that scorched all hither and yon
A swift strike of thy assailant prompts me to parry
Praised be the Gods of evasion; certain demise is gone
And yet the beast struck again, hoping to incinerate its quarry
Ever alert I gracefully evade
But scorched I am by the relentless heat
Pain ensued as I stumbled onto a ashen glade
With the tenacity of the beast t'was quite futile to retreat
Haste be with thee, for I am wont to strike
Lest I perish anon with an tarnished hide
In such battles I may align with the common
But as a warrior, such undermines my pride
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