The claws of swallowed demons,
Slashing savagely at skin of steel,
But the stolid knight holds it in,
Blinks it away like it’s not real.
She gulps down yet another monster,
Crafted from rage in the pits hell,
She stays quiet and calm,
Not even a yelp or a yell.
As the fortress that is her core,
Is pelted with the sights her desolate eyes see,
The receptors in her black hole brain lie there distraught,
From being forever lonely,
Slashing at the fork-tongued dragon,
For many long hate filled years,
She can do nothing but bow to the Goblin princess,
Biting her swollen lip to fight back tears.
But one day the brave knight will rise,
And unsheathe her encrypted sword,
And slash off the head of the Goblin princess,
For too long has this tyrant been adored.
Next will be the dragon,
First tail then the toes,
And last will be the head then she turns and walks away,
Leaving the carcass for the crows.
And finally after a lifetime of pain,
She pulls off her helmet and lets her beautiful locks flow,
Revealing her eyes, skin, and soul
Now everyone will see, now everyone will know.
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