The Mighty Seven Swords
The Mighty Seven swords
Seven companions, united in cause,
did come to the darkened cave.
For within its depths dwelt a horrific beast,
That held all local towns enslaved.
An unlikely party of elf, man and dwarf,
They descend down, deep in the gloom.
Over rocks, and bones, and fallen weapons,
They creep forward to an uncertain doom.
Then, the once small pathway opens up
Into the expanse of a cavernous hollow.
Before our heroes, lumbers a monstrous wyrm,
Who seeks only to rend, tear, and swallow.
The deadly hydra's girth fills the large room.
It's claws appear as large, sharpened knives.
Fourteen eyes look hungrily over our band,
Anxious to deprive them their lives.
With the roar of a dwarf, and the twang of a bow,
The battle is joined with a crash.
They strike and they tumble, they block and dodge,
Blades bite, magic flashes, claws slash.
Seven heads for seven heroes, each with a task,
The outcome is never in doubt.
One by one the heads drop, to the hard granite floor,