The kingdom lies in ruins
The aftermath of defeat
The tables have turned for the last time
How the mighty have fallen again
This time they marched in greater numbers
And stormed his walls of death
Oh how he misjudged his own power
Oh how vulnerable he became

There he stood tall and mighty
Gazing into the killing and bloodshed
Struck down, he was slaughtered
Just like many that fell before him
As his body fell to the ground
So did the empire he created
Once the slayer of thousands of men
Now the dragon kills no one

After the battle, the war was won
The invaders left desolation
A trail of bloody footprints led to the forest
To the Carpathian mountains

Now to bury the mighty one
To lay the dragon to rest
Dressed for royalty and wealth
A tomb for a headless corpse
A regal burial for his body
A shameful fate for his head
It was carried back through the mountains
Many miles away

A life of torment and disarray
A life fulfilled by terror and torture
Although he has finally been conquered
His reign still lives on forever

A crimson spire that bears the head
The head of the dragon
Displayed for all to see and know
The Impaler is dead

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