A Dungeon for Dragon Slayers

Distorted symphonies usher about the hero of another night,
Dragons to slay dues to be paid yet petty tasks are of no concern,
Mountains are stairways and alligator filled moats are gold fish puddles.

Unsightly growth of a third eye tags along as an unwanted spy or paparazzi
An awkward protégé of the evening exposing the flaws of flesh and skin
Unquestionably dripping tasty tittle-tattle for the pleasure of the townsfolk

Shaken but not perturbed all heroes are only results of their overcoming,
Perhaps a witty remark, a say of hand could give illusion to a perfect knight,
For one cannot withdraw the processional, the lots had fallen; the princess awaited.

The final thud of the drawbridge jumps the mind to the cold insecurity beyond the castle walls,
No bridge to be burnt for such actions hamper the return journey,
Each beast to be waltzed and spun in a delicate dance to court an approval for passage

The table set wine poured but the eyes could not be delivered from the boiling pot of oil,
Stabbing prawns the cackle of the throng delivers their tactful blows and strike,
Weather, fortune or skill know no trick could wound, for a unwavering soul is the strongest of armors.

A proud moment a legend in the making yet tonight there was no victory,
The battle in vain these pages will forever lack luster in the book of tales,
Thought the hero fought valiantly he rides home distraught; the prize he decidedly left unclaimed.