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Roy: The Turn

 

This is part 2 of The Roy series.

Roy captured demons, Day and night
With totems and spells, He would fight.

On one such sail
To the mystic habitat,
He followed someone's trail
Unknown to his own fate.

A big shadow appeared behind him, with slight motion.
He turned around slowly with caution

 Lo, it was dragon!
With fiery breath And strong teeth.
Wings as big as wagon.
From him, even the knights would flee

But Roy was no coward, he was brave.
He marched forward with his magical glaive.

He fought for days, with his mystic prowess.
Dragon fought back with fierce powers.
He attacked the weakest point, at the dragon's neck.
Surprised dragon fired with every ounce of breath.

The Roy could die in a counterattack, so it appears.
At the very last moment, the Roy disappears.

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