Deep below. Under the earth,
there was laid a horrible curse.
Asleep it lies with rested head,
closed its eyes, with wings not spread.
Cold as stone its scales were red.
Asleep it lies in this dark cavern
and this is how, you shall learn.
It was that day, dark and stormy
the trees they bent and none could see.
Four warriors around the table sat.
A mage, a barbarian who cursed and spat,
an elven rogue, and a woman– like a wildcat.
They argued and cursed under their breath.
Just why– WHY they should go to their death.
They argued far into the night
departing at last with dawn’s first light.
Far into the mountains they went,
the tension was great that they spent.
An opening was found, so they started their descent.
The darkness deepened so torches were lit,
(They were all glad from that benefit.)
Heavy breathing and a glow up ahead.
Fear lay thick, silent, unsaid.
Towards the heat the party crept
their fear so great they nearly wept.
Thankfully– the dragon slept.
It was like a red mountain, heaving and sighing
and able to cover the sun without even trying.
All though spotted was a better prize–
Glittering and shining a mountain of gold the same size.
Greedily towards it they ran.
Momentarily forgetting their weapons in hand,
they picked up gold and sifted it like sand.
With a gasp the woman dropped her share.
As the dragon awoke, all she could do was stare.
Blue flame erupted singeing everyone’s hair
The red dragon challenged them with a glare.
All pandemonium broke loose
and they tried to vamoose
unfortunately, it was all to no use.
The mage was the only one,
with enough sense not to run.
While all his partners towards the exit ran
he turned, stopped, and held out his hand.
The dragon’s head wide open cracked like a whip.
It snapped shut its mouth, crunching the barbarian like a chip.
At same time smashing the elf flat and breaking his hip.
The dragon contemplated briefly and paused,
before ripping the woman apart with his claws.
The spell caster finished his verse,
producing his most powerful curse.
As the spell left his hand his face was grave.
The spell hit the dragon like a shock-wave.
As the dragon fell, the magi left the cave.
Knowing that the dragon slept was great.
But, knowing that dragons were back was a more horrifying fate.