“Come with me I have something to show you “

Said the swordsman to the ogre who has a case of the flu

“I want to show you my greatness, my splendor

and the power of what it is I can do

“I can wield my sword the way wings cut through air

And have the agility of a hunting falcon with no fear

I can locate the faint beating of a heart

In the depth of a forest coming from a dying deer

“Come ogre there’s not much time to spare

“I want you to see if you challenge me, if you dare

There will be blood spilled from only one side here

And that’s you

Admittedly so, appallingly low to see an ogre with the flu”

“ACHOO!” sneezed the Ogre who stayed quiet for this time

While this pompous, asinine man strutted in his diatribe

Then the ogre arose and said with effortless pride

“Human be still if you so cherish your hide.”

With the rumble of his belly from out of him came

A guttural dialect which caused onlookers to faint

“You may be a wielder of a weapon made by man

But I need no such thing when I can kill you with one hand

With one crush or flick that is all it would take

To break and inflict the greatness of pain

To your face and your bones; crushing within my grasp

It’ll feel like stones tearing guts, and cuts by glass”

“Do you really know to whom it is you’re speaking?

You injudicious, ugly, and odious little cretin?

Your breathe is useless  from the time you were sired

While my kind uses theirs to light bonfires

Around since the time of the dragons

I don’t need to witness the object of your bragging

You’re lagging behind

How can you think to beat me when 10 strides of yours equals 1 of mine?

So I would shut my trap if I were you

Look at you backing away the least bit I approach you

You roach, you gripe about me having the flu

Well let me oblige your only use is to be my tissue”