The crimson sun rises over dark shale
as a churning river of lava flows
through this dark and dismal shadow-filled vale
beneath monstrous, towering volcanoes
spitting smoke and ashes into the sky --
a granite ceiling, as cold as hard stone.
The Earth bleeds like a wound newly incised
while a deep rumble makes its presence known.
Out of the south, there comes a rider fair
on a magnificent steed white as snow.
Gleaming gems are woven into her hair.
She bears a sharp sword and armor that glow,
to hunt the great dragons who claim this land.
Here the dragon slayer will make her stand.

I believe there's a hero in all of us that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride, even though sometimes we have to be steady and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams. -- Aunt May, Spider-Man 2