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 The Tale of Eldwin the Brave

In days of yore, when dragons roamed, And heroes dared to claim their home, There lived a knight of valiant mien, Eldwin, the bold, a man serene.

His armor gleamed in morning’s light, A sword of steel, a heart so bright, He rode the winds, he rode the seas, Bound by an oath, sworn on his knees.

Upon a hill, his castle stood, A fortress grand, of stone and wood, With banners high and walls so strong, Where tales of heroism belong.

Eldwin’s fame spread far and wide, His name was whispered with great pride, In every village, town, and glen, He was a legend among men.

But fate, as fickle as it seems, Had twisted paths and shattered dreams. One fateful night, so dark and cold, A shadow came, so dark, so bold.

A dragon fierce, with wings of flame, Came down upon the lands of fame, It ravaged fields, it tore the skies, And with each roar, the village dies.

Eldwin heard the cries of fear, And knew his time had drawn near. He donned his armor, shining bright, And rode to face the beast of night.

Through forests dense and valleys deep, He journeyed far, with naught to keep, But courage deep within his chest, And hope that he might pass the test.

Upon the hill, he saw the beast, Its roar, a thunderous, fiery feast, Its scales of black, its breath of fire, A creature born of hell’s desire.

But Eldwin did not flinch nor flee, He raised his sword and called, “Come to me!” With steady hand and heart so pure, He’d face the beast, of that he was sure.

The dragon’s eyes, like molten gold, Burned with a fury uncontrolled. It flapped its wings, the air did quake, And from its maw, the fires did break.

The battle raged, a fight of might, With sword and flame, both dark and light. Each strike of Eldwin’s blade did sting, But still the beast took to the wing.

For hours long, they fought and bled, Both warrior and creature dead. Eldwin’s strength began to fade, As the dragon’s fury never swayed.

But then, in the darkness of the fray, A glimmer of hope led Eldwin’s way. His sword, now glowing with a light, Pierced through the dragon’s endless night.

With one last cry, the beast did fall, Its wings now still, no longer tall. Eldwin stood, his armor scarred, But he had won, though battered hard.

The villagers cheered, their hero’s return, For the dragon’s reign was no longer to burn. Eldwin, the brave, had saved them all, And in his name, they’d ever call.

But in his heart, a sadness lay, For he had lost so much that day. His friends, his kin, the ones he knew, Were gone, like morning’s dew.

He rode back to his castle tall, Where banners fluttered in the hall. But in his soul, a shadow grew, For the battle’s cost was known by few.

He stood alone, his sword in hand, The hero of a war-torn land. But even heroes, brave and true, Feel the weight of what they must do.

Eldwin’s tale, now told in song, Of battles fought and glory long, Reminds us all of sacrifice, Of courage born through pain and strife.

And though the knight may fade from view, His legend lives, steadfast and true. For in the hearts of men, he dwells, A hero’s story that time tells.

So let us raise a glass and sing, For Eldwin, the knight, our hearts did bring, Through lands of fire and skies so wide, A tale of valor, none can hide.

And in the darkest of the night, When all seems lost, there shines a light, For like Eldwin, we too can rise, And face the storm with steadfast eyes.

Thus ends the tale of Eldwin brave, Whose story echoes beyond the grave, A knight whose courage shone so bright, That even death could not take flight.

May we remember, as we grow old, The price of courage, the tales of gold, For in the heart of every man, Lies the spirit of a hero’s plan.

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