Dragon's Layer Not Liar Involves Deep Thought
the dragon's breath upon my neck that wreaks of rotten flesh that lingers
from fear to courage i un-sheath my sword laden with jewels crafted by dwarvin fingers
the sound of magic from my sword the echoeing cave walls bend
as inflations in my lungs fill up with gusts of breathless wind
the feast of my flesh or the slaying of the dragon soon shall begin
the pounding of my heart and the will to survive shall overcome my fear within
the battle begins in a darken dungeon where light shines through the fire
where skeleton upon skeleton many a knights have stood there and retired
to face an advesary so great delights in glory so desired
many have stood before the flames their souls set on fire
but a vicious thrust from hand to heart the scaley skin is pierced
severed into several parts the dragons will is fierce
but alas the mighty foe has fallen giving his magic to the slayer
and soon the temple of the knight becomes the dragons layer ;)
Copyright © John Castro | Year Posted 2011
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