In a land of mischievous wellbeing and ferocious beasts,
Bestowed a lovely Princess Arethia and her daddy King Aguste Whitner.
In this land, there was a dragon by the name of Wimstone,
And the wife of King Whitner, the lovely Queen Theodoria.
Along beside them a thief in the nighttime,
He is also a killer of many sorts of things.
Lonesome hours roll by day and night,
Justice will be served as a raw covered dish.
As this killer, who has been named Rogan,
Has just killed a female that was frightened.
As he sought never to become imprisoned,
Over and over again he hides in a watchtower.
“Killed or be a killer” he marked his own words,
Slaying every bad person in his sight.
Every good person shall live,
Just this one very last night.
Evilest ways were sickening by the townsfolk,
Flying dragons breathing fire as everyone panics.
Losing every straw home in sight the dragons destroyed,
Now everyone has to beg and steal if they had chances.
Over and over in the killer’s mindset,
He sought to destroy the dragons fire-breathing,
But somehow, that’ll make him a hero,
Somehow he sought a good side and it needed an ending.
So the killer withdrew from slaying and became good,
Jumping from home to home without warnings.
He grew too happy to be good, but deep inside was bad,
Never will he go back to his olden bad ways.
I have killed too many people of this village,
And I haven’t become good and killed fire-breathing dragons.
It has to be done and I have done it now the dragon is finally dead,
Everyone including the princess, king, and queen, thanked him for his bravery and kindness.
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