I see you sitting there
a funny green man with a very ugly face
you look towards me
and give a malicious grin
brandishing your sword
and howling battlecries

I smile at you knowingly
and give a small wink
for I know something you dont
you see, you dont realize
that my sword is much larger

You run at me, with your sword held high
rage filling your face
now it is my turn to grin
as I see the horror in your eyes
for no longer am I what I appeared

Your body stops, paralysed in fear
and I raise my neck
that of the great wyvern
and, with a growl
you are no more
I delicately
displace your head from your shoulders
and the ugly green face
is no more

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Vita, in the year 405 AD.