He stole so quickly thru darkened hall
trodding care
lest trip or  fall
for the monster slept both hard and lite
awake by the day
asleep by nite

rasping breath
he climbed a path
and ancient sword
does t that he  haft

Magic cloak protect us all!
lest it stir
by yonder wall

breathing fire
claws of death
bones are scattered
east and west

those who thought
could conquer all
torn to bits
with ashen pall

Door beyond
of gold and brass
barred with spells
so none would pass

yet beyond
rest Magic book
full of secrets
if he could look

Stealthy, Stealthy
now so slow
only feet and yards
to go

Hear it s breathing
feel its heat
see its talons
scales replete

Almost past the dragon sleep
slip the lock
so very neat

And the door slid
just a crack
as the dragon s
head reared back

No! , he cried
and raised his blade
but not enough
he wasn t saved

Fire rang out
and filled the hall
talons ripped
the knight  did fall

For the book
was not for him
ancient curse
the room grew dim

And the Dragon
closed its eyes
til the next
came close
to die

copyright 2011 by jon gutmacher

 

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