Sleeping dreams wisp away, a  
Cavern’s secret trove beckoning.  
Legends old enkindle weary  
Hearts, and adventure’s sought over.

Taverns’ glistening jewels  
Spin the golden spiel further,  
Reaching high above onto  
Perilous peaks of fire.

Wakes of the past soon seethe through  
Youthful bellies, one such  
Churned towards the merciless gambit  
Drenched in kingdoms’ treasure.

Sword held out, the Hero  
Walks the trodden path through  
Glades unkempt of man, a  
Lush undisturbed with beauty.

Hoary mountains quiver as  
Snow pelts down upon the  
Wanderer’s back as the welkin  
Sighs, the journey nearing its close.

Flames spewing forth from out the  
Earthly chimney, he enters,  
Staggering through darkened  
Halls of unknown terrors.

Quaking bellows surge through the  
Ground, the room alight in a  
Warm glow as a serpent  
Large and bold from sleep stirred.

Blade and fang glare down the  
Rivals’ joust, a wiry  
Smile the last remorse as the  
Two lay ‘way their weapons.

Passing years lead back to those  
Humble pubs again, the  
Youth of then no longer  
Fancied with tales of the elders.

Reminiscing of days long  
Gone, a man of age takes  
Hold a quelling boy so  
Fit to live without his dreaming.

Wrinkled lips locked in a grin, he  
Turns the child around, his  
Grey eyes shining with a  
Light thought lost a world ago.

Pulling out a scale of blue,  
Words of desire seep into  
Venturous ears while the dragon  
Waits to continue his own weave.