Fathom the Scream of the Apprentice Prophet

Upon the shady vale of Elderon
Under a moonless sky
Stood our hero Othniel
his sword stained blood-red;
the mighty dragon he did kill
who at his feet lay dead.
Before he had hunted deer and buffalo.
Why did he put a bullet in a puppy's head?
Perhaps his personal psychic would know...
And reveal to all his secrets of old.
The tales of murder, malice, and woe.
Upon this earth all would know.
That someday soon, it will snow.
I've learned to accept the downfalls of life,
And one day will purchase a knife.