Gather round, my friends, and hear
A tale that I remember clear
Of a proud knight from long ago
Who braved the wind and ice and snow
He journeyed to a cavern deep
To wake a monster from its sleep
Clashing sword upon his shield
A clear high pitch through darkness pealed
Silence for a moment, then
A rumble from inside the den
Noxious fumes forth-coming spill
That any unprepared would kill
But face masked and steely-eyed
The knight stood his ground in pride
Finally, with sickly scrape
With ghastly purple mouth agape
A serpent of tremendous size
With searing crimson slitted eyes
Into pale light of winter slithered
As snow around it burned and withered
With a yell, the knight attacked
He swung and slashed and cut and hacked
But the scales on monstrous coil
All earthen-borne steel blade would foil
A strike like lightning! The snake’s tail
Smote upon the warrior’s mail
Winded, gasping, coughing blood
Tired knees sank to the mud
Victorious, serpent reared back
Its jaws unhinging with a crack
It lunged forward, teeth agape
Warrior’s final end to shape
To the waist, he disappeared
But death the knight never feared
And the serpent froze in shock and pain
As icy steel pierced its brain
Though with time this tale would fade
No grass yet grows in that glade
Where a knight before death
Triumphed in his final breath
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Hastily written and full of trope, but written nonetheless.
04-Mar-2014 04:34:19