And in front of my eyes a change,

Occurring out of sanity's range,

Did unleash.

Hair of a lion, gills of a fish,

Wings of an eagle, eyes round as a dish,

Hoof turned to claw, tooth to fang,

Transformation accompanied by a loud bang,

Eerie song no one ever sang,

This is why others refused this mission.

So began a battle of annihilation,

Evil's final destination,

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I drew Word.

With my shiny sword,

I drew first blood,

With much to follow.

The Minister's words rang hollow,

As I jumped high and ducked low,

"Be careful with the monsters."

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My glorious readers,

Hear my tale!

I grabbed the goat-chimera by tail,

The Blood God did I hail,

And stuck Word through its throat.

So ended the tale of the chimera-goat,

Hidden as a donkey, evil I smote,

With great exhilaration.

I had thus finished emancipation,

Of the Red Plateau region,

My first task was done.

It certainly had not been fun,

Yet was necessary for my place in the sun,

So I persevered.

The Plateau's far slope neared,

Where shoddy sheep are reared,

Giving wool for the common folk,

Those who live under a golden yoke,

Of the Painter of Thousand Strokes,

Our Imperator most divine.