Retribution

I forged a vow to my love, my lady
justice and revenge, for the woeful
death of her honourable father
Slayed by an evil tyrant
a pledge he made to rid evil,
to grant to his people....

Armed with my faithful sword
my shield, oath embossed
(A vow of justice) for my lady and her
woeful loss.
These fine tools aided my deed
but my spirit and heart, would be my
lead.

I trudged the arduous journey
and reached the land of wood.
Where the dark beast lays, its
repugnant hood.

I entered into the dark forest...

A disturbing smog shrouded the land,
which caused the mighty trees to cast
ghostly shadows.

Onwards I marched through the mist
and reached the chilling mire.
An eerie atmosphere, accompanied a chilling air
I sensed I was nigh to the evil lair.

Without a caution, before my eyes
from the opaque mist, a dark figure
did rise.
A pungent scent of death.
Brave men who, once ventured here
before, slaughtered in vain.

Its head draped in a crimson veil,
a piercing hiss, with scorpion (like) tail.

The tyrant now stood in full
array,
the beast proceeded to dance like
the devil himself.
Swirling and leaping in a menacing
way.
I stood firm and dispelled
my fears
while the evil taunted with
hissing jeers.

Then! our fierce duel began,
a hostile battle between beast
and man.

I stuck this evil with my faithful sword,
and severed a poisonous vein.
The beast hissed a piercing wail.
Venom sprayed from its rendered tail.
Upon my skin, some came to rest
A wound that penetrated so
profound,
an intense burning, which held
abound.
The affliction it had laid upon me,
released a contemptuous rage.
(an insane anger, now unleashed from a cage)
I struck a defying potent blow
my sword echoed with great disdain.
The striking slice, took clean its head
and mane.

The evil before me slumped
and met its bitter fate.
The victory was mine to claim,
this unholy land, in which I stood
I made my vengeful trait.

The crimson veil that once draped
its reptilian head (now torn and shred)
I burned it in a sacred flame.
The foul hood, never! To be worn again.

With blood soaked hand, I gripped
its mangled hair,
and held up high, to a victorious
air!
Its torso I will leave to rot upon
an unholy pyre.

I sat , and tendered to my
wound, rested my war torn soul and
savoured my joyous feat.

The mist gradually did rise
the dark clouds they did divide.
The sun again provided warmth

Upon my return to my Kingdom
a reception so great, welcomed
my victorious news.
And I fell lovingly into the arms
of my love...(my angelic muse)

'My lady, I have honoured my
vow, this for the love
I hold for you and your sorrowful
loss of your great and honourable
father,
Our kindred love, our beautiful
fusion, created the strength
for,

Retribution!

The end.

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