Warriors in shiny armor start to wither.

As the Hydra starts to slither.

Their skin slowly melting off.

The dark fog giving them a blood cough.

Battle cries sound off in a dark foggy haze.

Upon 7 heads they gaze.

With a slice they remove one head.

Stump spurting the acidic blood they all dread.

It is far too long before they take note.

Far too busy trying to gloat.

Two more heads have grown from it’s throat.

Bodies now lay in a huge heap to rot and bloat.

Down the river Styx is where they float.