The Fists of A Fairy Fighter

Fickled flesh flaking fluttering fae-ward

Flanking the ferocious fiend, foaming flames

Thy Fairmen flaunting fowl feathers are frauds

Tis flame fodder for their Fighter of Fame

Freeing her fair forearms and flaring fists

Her Underflesh fitted with fairydust

Fueling the force behind Fera Flynts

Flying face-wards to thy fiend of fust

Flattening, fracturing that fust fiend's fang

Flinging fragments into it's flesh and foam

The faulty framed fiend freed all its fire tank

With her fairydusted femur Flynts flown

Her fists fueled by the fifty foot fall,

Flattening thy fiend, forever forestall