In lands of old where legends soar,
A tale of strife, of ancient lore,
A dragon fierce, a tiger bold,
Their clash foretold, a story told.
The dragon breathed with fiery might,
Its scales aglow in darkest night.
The tiger prowled with silent grace,
In forests deep, its hunting place.
Both feared, revered, in equal measure,
Yet bound by fate, and unseen treasure.
For once, they met on battlefield wide,
Where destiny and honor collide.
The samurai stood, blade in hand,
A warrior true of noble brand.
But caught between these beasts of might,
He faced a choice, in this darkest night.
The dragon roared with thunderous voice,
"Submit to me, make your choice!"
The tiger snarled, its eyes ablaze,
"Join my side, in these tangled maze."
Yet the samurai, with heart of steel,
Refused to yield, refused to kneel.
For honor bound him to his creed,
In valor's path, he'd not concede.
But fate's cruel hand, it had its say,
As dragon and tiger began to sway.
Their clash unleashed a storm of might,
And in the chaos, darkness took flight.
When dawn arose, in crimson hue,
The samurai's fate was sadly true.
For caught between the dragon's ire,
And the tiger's claws, his end transpired.
So remember well this ancient tale,
Of dragon, tiger, and samurai's travail.
For choices made in the heat of fight,
May lead to darkness, instead of light.
