For #23 a genuine story/poem. Ahem... Shrieks in the distant black air. Fire & ashes flowing everywhere. A dying man cries out "It has taken our princess! Taken her to it's lair! Please oh please save her for she is young & she is fair!" Not another moment to spare a young knight took plight & off he rode into the direction whence the giant beast took flight. With determination & lack of fright the gallant shouted "Foul beast! I'll give you a fight!". No sooner after his perilous chase the galloping of his steed had stopped for he had reached it...that terrible place. From where he stood he peered into an abyss, for any common man this sight was an instant prayer of death's kiss. At the mouth of the behemoth's cave his armor shone brightly & he stood firm. Sword in hand he was ready to cleanse the world of this tainted germ. He puffed out his chest & with all his might he sent a shout into the abyssmal fest. "My lady I have come! So do not fret! Beast of the banned! Know I am your threat! Come out & face me for I shall see that your life will be damned!" He stood to hear nothing but the echoes of his words travel into the demon's turf...only soon to be met with violent stomps that shook the Earth. The young knight looked upon the heavens & gave one final prayer for what it was worth. The wind blew ferociously as the beast drew closer from the pit. With no sign from the gods the young knight nearly had a fit. Sweat ran from his furrowed brows as he pondered to quit. & before he would lose it all.. "Do not fret & do not spit" echoed a looming voice from the heavens. "Raise thy courage to defeat it".