Footsteps echo off the walls,
Mixing with the rhythmic beat of
*drip drip drip*; as water drops
From the stalactites and onto the cold stone floor.
A dark figure illuminated by a flickering light
Makes his way down the dank dungeon passage.
Memories of screams and faces
Contorted, into looks of pain,
Flash through his mind like lightning in a storm.
Today the storm must end.
The time is nigh, for this nefarious villain
To meet his demise.
His battle tested sword at his side, sturdy shield on his back,
The vanquisher of evil in his armor agleam
With the might of justice is ready for whatever comes his way,
Be it death in the glory of combat
Or the splendor that comes with victory.
The bravest of men shiver at the thought of this place,
Where happiness and hope come to die
And are resurrected in a twisted nightmare of death and evil.

Hearing the screams of the tortured souls
Kept within the depths of the demonic caves,
The destroyer of darkness knows he has arrived.
Silently moving the large boulder that acts as a barrier
Between the human realm
And the world-o-hurt he is about to enter,
Wiffelgar withholds his fears
As he scopes out the scene.
There chained to the walls
Are his friends and family,
Taken from his village when he was just wiffelsmall.
He promises to return, but wisely notes,
To collect all loot before liberating the peasants.
Pushing forward; through the fear-inspiring and unfriendly caves
He finds the threshold of the terrible titan’s chamber.

Preparing to enter,
He unsheathes his sword.
Slowly shifting the door aside,

He finds himself face to face with his foe.
An ogre so large, so massive
that Wiffelgar was as an ant
to this fearsome fire-red fiend.
Spawned by an evil warlock
from the epic manly essence of
Beowulf’s bulging biceps,
This undefeated beast was
the root of all evil in the land of the Geats.
The bones of the nation’s
boldest and best warriors
surround the two.
A reminder of what awaits Wiffelgar
should his might not be enough.

Paralyzed by fear,
Wiffelgar is unable to move as the hulking horror
Delivers a crushing blow to his head.
Snapping out of his confusion, now thoroughly concussed,
He picks himself up and
Prepares to launch his attack on the hellion,
Brandishing his blade he charges at
Mankind’s terror and severs his head
From atop the behemoth’s neck
Effectively killing the beast.
Returning home,
The nation’s savior receives a welcome
That no other man has seen
In his lifetime nor will ever see again.
The festivities lasted for years without ending
And they all lived in peace for eternity.