A small town groans and suffers
Corrupt and full of strife
Where evil reigns and smothers
All hope and joys of life.

Then came along a wandering fire
To cleanse the streets of sin
His fearsome features stained with mire
Yet still was welcomed in.

Great struggles raged and shook the homes
Of monsters calm and proud
Who limped away with broken bones
Defeated, weak and cowed.

And when the work was done they asked
Him to stay on a while
To teach them to perform the task
And face the coming trial.

With bravery renewed they meet
To bid their guest farewell
And thank him for his mighty feat
To end their living hell.

They don’t now need one hero
For all must do their part;
Now all have seen and all now know
They need a whole new start.

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