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Dragon’s Lair By Maryah Wilson Screams in the darkness fill the air The goosebumps rise on the skin who dare To seek out what exists in the Dragon’s Lair. Treasures are heaped high all around As your sword of courage is held firmly sound In your shaking hand. Your ears searching for any sound A deep breath here A soft scuffle there The feeling of impending doom is hard to bare. Finally the true treasure you seek is seen high Nearly reaching, reaching that of the sky But first—you must try to stay alive. From the great lurking evil of the Dragon’s ire And his heated flame of great white fire. This simple hunt has become much more dire. With a swing of your might You miss. As the beast takes flight And charges you, red eyes alight. Dodging right, and dodging left You swing your sword, out of breath. A final charge is your true test. The burning of blood upon your skin The roar of death throes signal your win As the great beast dies with the rest of its kin. Back to Contents 56