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As I looked out,

I beheld a virgin chained to a rock,

Pale and motionless,

Except for flowing tears,

I asked her then,

"Why are you thus bound"?

Nymph plague, the seam onster,

Pride of beauty,

Human sacrifices

She shrieks out,

As the demon serpent approaches the coast,

I seize it by the neck and pierce between the scales,

Spouting from its nostrils,

Water mixed with blood,

Stab the open wound,

Final death stroke,

Dying by my hand