Legend (an acrostic poem)

Looking around for the beast, Larkin held his sword tightly

Even though they said he was destined to slay it, Larkin was scared

Going deeper into the cave, the light began to take on a hellish hue

Eerie sounds came from every direction, announcing the beast was near

Now was the time to prove that prophecy was stronger than myth and story

Darcy found Larkin’s mangled remains adding one more verse to the…

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