Glittering shap edged glass is under foot
Knives slashing power strokes guard the night tunnel.
Wise men cutting with sharp edged tongues challenge you.
Flashing light that blinds with bright glare to light your way,
or more likely then not; blind you.
The sharp edged jewels littering the floor to slice your feet.
This is the cave of adventure.
A deeply angled tunnel that leads you on down.
There be monsters, or so they claim.
Dare you enter this dark deep hole?
They say it leads to the darkest night realms below
where glitter armored maidens carry diamonds that glow
and eununchs guard the harems of the night king
with swords of adamant sharpened with dwarven hammers.
The maidens glare at you with piercing eyes, while the lamia
of the harem lure you on.
Come, brave boy with all your boasts,
let the Night King be your host.
He has riches beyond all above.
If you be female you can try for his love.
They say he once was a mortal man who stumbled into the darkness
and endured tortures beyond all we can imagine.
Since then he idly collects fair maidens for the harem
where they become lamia pining for love.
For someone broke his heart when he was still merely human.
Now all women take one look and fall.
But gain nothing but one night of pretended love.
While the lonely king goes back to his throne.
And waits for the one female worthy to win his angry heart.
Sharon Pribble
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