The Brave Boy

A flashlight beam slashed through the dark,

"Is someone there?" A voice did hark.

The sweat of his brow could fill a cup,

but he'd come too far to now give up.

He knew the dragon must be near,

the thought of the creature filled him with fear.

The wizard had given him an elixir of magic juice;

made from cat hair and the vitamins of a goose.

At the back of the cave, in his chair of bone,

sat the evil dragon, like a king on his throne.

Strewn all around was a menagerie of toys,

the plunder he had stolen from so many girls and boys.

With a leap of faith the boy let the elixir fly,

"This is the end of you dragon, now you die!"

His aim was straight, the beast let out a groan,

at the back of the cave, now sits, a dragon of stone.