As time passed by the bear grew old, but that didn’t slow him down.
While he was out wanderin one day, He heard a roar that shook the ground.
He though he’d finally found a foe fierce enough to end his life and take his crown.

The bear found the beast on the top of a mountain that night.
He’d never seen such a creature in all of his life.
Stood 10 feet tall,
giant wings [bad word] from his back,
tail made of snakes
His fur was jet black.
Dark holes for eyes,
Breathing fire as he roared.
The bear thought to himself,
“glorious death will be my reward”

The Beast lashed out and snakes took his limbs.
One final strike and the Bear met his end..