Dungeon with Dragons
Behold! I, King Oswalt, escape captivity
No time to beg for a moment of serenity
Searching a way out of devil’s palace
Unable to save my people but not savages
Reluctance brings a halt to my advancing steps
What finally come before me are unexpected guests
The devil’s minions draw weapons against I, King Oswalt!
No luck for me to bring them on their knees with asphalt
I retraced my steps, eluding their pursuit of me
Whether I’ll be alive for my people, there is no guarantee!
Stumbling upon a dungeon, myself felt the presence alone
My mind tells me I have set foot on a dangerous zone!
A legion of dragons forward their steps to me
I draw my sword, ready to bleed
I lash my sword through the belly, one by one
The blood gushing out ‘till their death, what’s done is done
I fight with spirit, I, King Oswalt, reaching victory
A violent stab pierced through and out of my spleen
Consciousness seems to fade against my will
I feel deterred from continuing on with the kill
Down on my knees, still not afraid of the horror
I, King Oswalt, die with honor