There lived a creature, so horrid and vile.
In the land of Merr, so fertile an isle.
The beast was armed with venom and claw,
A ton of teeth fitting crooked in it's yawning maw.
It hunted the living and haunted the night
Always lurking at the edge of waning firelight.
It gobbled up children, elders, priests and more.
There was little the monster didn't like to devour.

Eyes long since cast fell on a dipping sun,
And for these sad people their hope was none.
Smoke twisted into a tyrant's crown,
The monster emerged to finish the town.
But a lone form stood firm amidst the chaos and the cries.
A frail woman with determination burning strong in her eyes.
She lifted a sword to challenge the beast, drawing a line on the ground.
It growled and padded the earth as it sized up this creature of little renown.
"On this day, I shall send you on to your end!"
The beast charged, and she rose her blade up to defend.
She parried and countered with exceptional skill,
And at long last she rose her blade up over the beast to claim her kill.
Its monstrous head rolled off in a satisfying spurt of arterial spray,
and all of Merr celebrated that day.