A shadow approaches blocking out the sun. Ethisfidi, demon serpent. The dragon barks like dogs on a hunt. White scaled Bastard demon. With sharpened snout she smells your blood. A gust of wind and she's upon us. Staring you down with fangs dripping. Eyes wide with lust for your soul, yearning. Just a man, a feeble man. One purpose, dragon fodder. Pleading to a god who can't hear you now. Your fate planned out once she took hold. Just a man, on his knees. The dragon breathes and nods you back. Just a man who died trying to slay that fucking dragon.