Epic Poem
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Once in a far away land
There lived a mystical and wise old man
He knew every thing from myth to sorrow
And could predict what was going to happen tomorrow
One day he had a vision
Of evil that was cas down from heaven
It was bad horrable and sick
It would hunt in the night fearsome and quick
It was taking revenge on all the land
Because of the mystical old man
He once lock it away and throw away the key
To keep it for all eternity
But it escaped it got loose it came back
Now everyone has to watch there back
It was a great dragon that once roomed the land
That was imprision by the mystical old man
But there was a prophecy that was for told
About a hero dress in gold
who would slay the dragon and save the day
And save the land from it's darkest day
This hero that was for told
Who was said to be dress in gold
Was a dragon hunter from far away
who would bring light to another day
The hero rode in to the land
That was set a blaze by by stan the dragon
The people were all in fear and pain
Of the dragon breath that seemed to stain
"Fear not," the hero said
For i will make the beast dead
"I will cut out his horns and scare him away
And bring about a brighter day"
So the hero headed for the dragon's cave
He wasn't afarid he was very brave
So he got on his hourse and he started to ride
And made his way through the country side
And came upon the dragon the dragon's lair
That seem to twist in the mountains from here to there
This was the beast home alright
It looked and smell of blight
The hunter pull out his mighty sword
It was long,sharp and broad
The dradon gave a mighty raor
That shook the entire cave floor
Then the slayer swung his sworg front,left,right and back
And struck the dragon right in the sack
Then he cut off it's head
And laid it in it's dirty bed
And got on his horse and rode away
To live to fright another day
And the land he did save
By the hero that was very brave
The dragon was dead finished done
Now the people need no longer run
And the old man could return to the sky
where the angles cry
until he is called again
To stop evil's again
And lift the darkness from the land
the mystical old man.
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