upon the flimsy bridge he stood,
with mighty chasm lying beneath,
and blood red eyes locked upon him,
axe in hand he charged the beast,
and slew the foul being,
naught but a single blow was dealt,
for only one was needed,
And so, he took its head and left it dead,
to rot in the shadows of the Undinvault,
and so began the legend of Eldar the Brave....
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I would like to translate this poem