The DragonA Poem by BradThe knight slumped against the moist wall of the cavern and
opened his visor. His ears were still
ringing from the deafening crash of the entrance caving in behind him. His torch weakly sputtered in the now
stagnant air. “What foul luck!” he said
to himself. Then he laughed a little as
from somewhere in a long-forgotten part of his mind came to him a doggerel that
his mother used to sing to him: In a far green valley, there was a dark cave Nestled by a still river that nary a wave Disturbed the clear surface except when a brave Soul tried to enter the shadowed enclave To seek a mythical treasure with magic engraved But unbeknownst to the knight, explorer, and knave The treasure was false for a cunning dragon did crave An easier meal than town baiting depraved Stalactites and ‘mites sharper than glaives Was his mouth at the entrance and no one could save The adventurous fools whose hearts ne’er misgave Till the light was cut off and they in fire were laved The knight came back from his reverie feeling a growing warmth
and sweat from his forehead running into his eyes. As he struggled out of his armor the heat
continued to intensify and there came a smell of sulfur. “No f-n way.” Said the knight. © 2023 Brad |
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Added on August 17, 2023 Last Updated on August 17, 2023 |