There will be more.
Golden cups shine
Once filled with wine
In this dragon's lair.
Traps surround his hoard.
Indeed, he looks quite bored,
For no one has got'n past them yet.
His eyes open wide.
An arrow's bounced off his hide
But it's splintered in two.
A gleaming, silver sword now flies
Through the air and toward his eyes,
Swiftly gouging one out.
A valiant knight,
With clearly no fright,
Has got'n past the traps that were laid!
The knight's new sword
Is one from the hoard.
Ah, it's royal indeed!
Runes on its hilt and golden blade
By royal men of old were made
To vanquish those who felt its bite.
2006-10-30
11:29:18
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