With those final words, the ancient dragon then took flight

　　and so he would continue farther north with every night

　　facing hordes of undead monsters risen from the grave

　　flooding over all the land like some polluted wave

　　Caring not to use the fire he`d once been famous for

　　ice would be the weapon which would lead him through this war

　　for even in the face of dragon fire they felt no pain

　　better to freeze everything and crush those that remain

　　He fought his way through poisoned lands for many sleepless nights

　　the power of his ice and magic strengthened by his fights

　　but he was never free of fear of what might lay in store

　　no army in the world he knew could face them in a war

　　Imagining the armies he had had led to victory

　　he knew they wouldn`t stand a chance against this enemy

　　and even if the continent was prosperous today

　　a wave of monsters of this kind would wash it all away

　　His lonely war continued but he fought and never tired

　　the thought of rest reminded him of when he`d once retired

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　　was finally outweighed by what his laziness had wrought

　　But now he had no time to think to deeply of his choice

　　he wouldn`t waste his breath where no one else could hear his voice

　　he`d answer to his actions in the next life if he could

　　for now his recollections wouldn`t do him any good

　　This was not the time to revel in his heroic pride

　　there were none to praise him for his power by his side

　　he would seek no pleasure in battle waging there

　　no song of what he did now would be whispered anywhere

　　This would be his chance to reconcile is troubled fate

　　protecting the new world he`d found before it was too late

　　he thought of how he`d love to see the new world once again

　　but if his sacrifice was needed, he would give it then

　　For many weeks or maybe months, he fought his way through hell

　　the living dead his only company, until they fell

　　he left behind a frozen wasteland full of ice and death

　　with nothing warm around him but his own uneven breath

　　The undead came in waves and in their ranks were many foes

　　he came to understand the nature of the ones he froze

　　any creature, dead or living, in the poison mist

　　would be made undead without a moment to resist

　　Although they had no souls or any thoughts behind their eyes

　　they moved as one united from the moment they would rise

　　every sort of thing he`d ever fought, he fought again

　　he thought he recognized a monster every now and then

　　Though his strength sufficed he did grow weary of it all

　　and thanked the stars above that the attacks began to stall

　　the numbers thinned and then he found the traces of a town

　　where people may have lived before society broke down

　　He walked and found that many cities had been laid to waste

　　signs of struggle everywhere, then all their lives erased

　　but though the land was quiet there was poison all around

　　he felt its source a little further north and underground

　　He didn`t know what he might find, but trusted that to fate

　　the quest was growing heavier and now he felt its weight

　　while thinking on the sense of doom his enemies instilled

　　he carried on to where his fate could finally be fulfilled

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