After the beast was slain
I dropped my lance and shield

And as it lay writhing
I stood upon its chest afield,

Gripped one of its great tusks
And wrenched free a tooth from its maw,

Holding it from behind gauntlets.
A jagged blade of bone and dread,

A trophy ripped free in victory
From a monster laid broken and dead.

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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