still gripped in a dying hand
my sword of iron, cast in sand
that fought a demon most determined
sent to put an end to my yearning
for a lovely maiden with sorcerous father
sent me the demon to cause a bother
we fought in a forest of moonbeams and breath
now burning brightly, a new forest of death
we strove and clashed, a great bloody battle
all for a girl of tales and prattle
I thought I had him beat, this dark summoning
then my mistake, I paused in my pummeling
now to that demon shall she go
and I, failed in my task, will never know
the love of that which she promised to give
flowing with her tears, the will to live
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