With noble strength our hero fought convinced he would not fall to rot. His sword glew brightly his thoughts went red, all he wished was for the Dragon dead. His arms grew weak but his spirit soared, all this glory for his Lord! His wounds did bleed and his armor lay broken but he remembered his Lords token, a small symbol of his faith was all he needed, and soon his blood was hard and beaded. His heart did heal and his mind did clear and finally the death of the Dragon was near. All alone he made his way, and kept on with the holy fray.
Again he bled from everywhere and saw his Lords face nearly there, with a final blow he cleaved the Dragon all the lizards guts sagging. Falling into a bloody heap our warrior Prince lost conciousness, moments later a ladies voice did cry to save his soul from the sky. The Dragon now defeated, Janivier's wounds were treated. As he stood covered in gore his name went down in books of yore. The Dragons head our Prince did take and placed it in the town, so everyone would always know the power of The Crown!
