black and sinuous the creature was
a silken fist of raging hate
working through the twisting dungeon
eyes like flame and jaws agape
our heroes spent within the earth
after dangers beaten back
binding wounds and mending limbs
they heard the jaws begin to smack
with venom dangerous and vile
dripping open-mouthed and rank
the creature flashed it's eyes of red
and crashed into the party's flank
swords were drawn and wands revealed
clerics prayed and thieves did skulk
the bravest leapt into the fray
to beat this dangerous lumbering hulk
back into the darkest depths
the creature slank and edged away
sizing up the party's faults
preparing to return and scrape and slay
under watchful eyes of stone
the party slept and rested deep
and one by one in slumberous haze
dozing made them grain to reap
the dark shape it came in glistening fury
unto the quiet group of men
slashing claws and baring fang
the party met it's gory end
with hunger slaked and thirst appeased
the demon rested in it's lair
no story to be told of them
no tale to weave of men lost there
The poem for those, about whom poems are never written...
ReplyDeleteWhether that's the hapless party or the monster is up to the reader to decide, maybe. :-)
And yeah, I caught the meter this time... ;-)
Sometimes the bull wins...
ReplyDeleteNo meter intended, Jen. But YAY!
ReplyDeleteSee, now I'm just hearing things. :-) Still, nice imagery (well, NOT so nice, but you get my meaning)!
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the Belgariad, only with a different ending. Love this line: "a silken fist of raging hate".
ReplyDelete"The poem for those, about whom poems are never written...
ReplyDeleteWhether that's the hapless party or the monster is up to the reader to decide, maybe. :-)"
Nice point-out, Jen! Duh...missed it the first time...