A journey well started out
Entered a dangerous phase
The day evil reared it brutish mask
And engaged a lazy craze

A lost soul with a shady past
Continuing his daylong fast
With knowledge he had gained to last
A thought so shabby, a wisdom so vast

Down through the tangle
A journey of beauty
In finding a shred of lore
That was his duty

A wild demoness hurtled through the wood
Flames of fury leaping where she had stood
Obviously hinting that this wasn't good
Who to defeat her? No one could...

He rose to challenge as he was able
Taking his sword in hand
He charged in anger at the fiend
Leaving a trail of flying sand

A thrilling battle was taking place
The heat rising at an alarming pace
Both could be considered fighting ace
The hero's sword, the devil's mace

The battle at the demon's nest!
Assumed a climax at its crest!
The hero's stress at the villain's jest!
Which one would be put to rest?
What is this anyways.... a physio test?