on the ruined castle floor
is a rusted iron ring on an iron banded door
in the darkness underneath
dusty stairs of stone descending
the rat-gnawed bones of a foolish thief
beyond the bones and down below
cold dungeon dark the whispering waits
where shadows weep in fetid pools
that ooze toward the sewage grates
in one dark cell where even light won’t go
there lurks a grinning creature mad of eye
with strips of leather stuck between his fangs
bent clasps of gold from armor lay nearby
he guards this growing trove with greedy glee
awaiting more adventurous fools
to spring upon and eat before they flee
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