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Of fifteen villages strong
the culmination of divine seed
The fruition of years of training comes,
but prophet extends a warning:

“This dream of a wooden rose
shatters like glass upon crystal hoof”
The progeny's blood boils with dragoncide
his raised staff calls a clap of thunder
from the sky

I bring
its doom
I'll answer
the call

The vision of his crumpled mass
fills the prophet's mind
a torrent of blood channeled by
their indignation

a black mark is cast upon the town
the shadow of a fool
smoke curls from the mountaintop
foreshadow the end

of fifteen day's trek
the product of magus' lineage grows
The dragon's lair yawns overhead
amplifying the young boy's cry:

“This bloody day will see the end
of you or I, but none the same”
The lizard extends a great paw forth
and with a mighty thrust grinds him
into dust

It takes
the corpse
a bloody
trophy

The vision of his crumpled mass
fills the village's eyes
a torrent of blood channeled by
their indignation

a black mark is cast upon the town
the shadow of a fool
fire rains from the mountaintop
heralding the end

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