The Hydra Poem

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A beast of many heads, a creature dire,
The Hydra lurks, with venomous fire.
Its scales are tough, its teeth are sharp,
A monster dreaded, in shadows dark.
With serpent heads, that multiply,
The Hydra strikes, with a deadly cry.
Cut off one head, and two grow back,
A regenerating, relentless attack.
Its poison drips, from fangs so vile,
The Hydra's venom, a deadly trial.
A challenge daunting, for heroes bold,
To vanquish this monster, with tales untold.
But fear not, for hope prevails,
As heroes brave, with swords and flails.
They face the Hydra, with strength and might,
A battle fierce, to defeat the blight.
They strike and strike, with all their force,
Each head severed, a valiant course.
Until at last, the Hydra falls,
Defeated by heroes, within its halls.
A cautionary tale, of a creature dread,
The Hydra's legacy, a story widespread.
A lesson learned, of courage and skill,
Against the Hydra's might, a hero's will.