STONED

The brave stewards shiver Wet from voyage through river curse Sent by a village set to deliver Head of medusa for a heavy purse Rum down drip sword in hands The thrusted might of ten Boots fell on trodden sands They entered in the hidden den.

Muffled boots fill the cavern As ten move into the depths into the light of the fire burn To see the others before were kept Horror at the sight of rows and rows And in the flickering standing tall Their brothers turned to rocks and stones! Hurried, huddled, and hushed, they crawled.

She saw them coming from a distance On her throne of plundered treasure Keeping her company with persistence From those that had fallen at her leisure But loneliness began to creep And anger would soon follow The tears that she would weep As she raised her head and swallowed.

As Medusa struggled and reeled To come to terms with this dream Knowing her price was more than the yield She couldn't help but scream. Sending all but one to the open, The last one remaining had none to lose, As he stepped towards the voice awoken The path carefully he would choose Blindfolded...

TB