The Fire Within: Blarf's Reckoning

In blackness, my strength resides,
Kobold-kin, with flame-lit pride.
Brown-hat wizards, they fall and burn,
A joy fierce as the fire I churn.

Jupiter’s rune, aflame in the night,
Guides my wrath with a mercenary’s light.
Yet in quiet moments, I ponder still,
The weight of each wizard I will to kill.

A mercenary’s shield, my badge of might,
Reflects the blaze of my chosen fight.
In its gleam, I see my face,
Grinning wide at each embrace of flame.

The black goat, silent in the gloom,
Watches as I seal each wizard’s doom.
In your eyes, dark as the night,
Do you see the justice in my light?

Flame thrower, extension of my will,
With each burst, my purpose I fulfill.
Once a tool, now part of me,
Burning away hypocrisy.

Road warrior, I roam with glee,
Four seasons witness my spree.
Yet each victory exacts its cost,
A piece of self in fire lost.

Blarf, a name that wizards fear,
Echoes loud for all to hear.
But in the embers of my quest,
I wonder, what remains when I rest?

In blackness, my peace I find,
My burning zeal consumes my mind.
The flames that light my being,
Are the very flames freeing.

Brown hats fall, and I rejoice,
Yet question still my fiery choice.
In each blaze, a piece of me is torn,
In the fire’s dance, both reborn—and lost.

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