Marched through dark veiled halls
and through forged spiked gates
walked through scorched dales and dried lakes
where the beast lie and gaze
where even demons fear to tread
this ash breathing wolf
with eyes glaring red sapphire
straight from hell's embrace.
Alas if he did not fight
Alas if he did not stand
for there was none else and
the need was dire.
Leaped around the giant like murky wolf
until his sword met the dark woven heart
but teeth and claws had taken their toll.
All seemed green and silver once again
music from the rustling leaves to soften
the pain of this spent fair soul.