The Curse of the Ancients:The Black Cave

As he skulked through the cave, his torch burning bright,
He saw bones, ancient bones, as they came into light.
These bones were not dead; no they still had their life.
The traveler would be in for a trial of true strife.
For they sprang from the ground, like mythical beasts,
Forming a skeleton, terrifying to say the least.
It came for him, hurtling quick and strong,
What was happening, it all seemed so wrong.
The man gripped his torch tightly, his only defense.
He swung at the bones and he started to fence.
With his torch like a rapier, though burning bright
He swung hard; he swung strong, with all of his might.
He struck the creature; a caged shadow was cast,
From the ribs of the skeleton he fought to the last.
It was vanquished for now, against it he won.
He wandered deeper into the pit, farther from the sun.
The beast behind him was not close to what was to come
For when he would arrive he would be struck dumb.
He climbed over rocks, his torch still in hand,
Then he came to a cavern, the floor covered with sand.
Wait! This was not sand; it was tiny specks of gold
And his greed got the best of him, making him bold.
He went into the heated cave, yes this cavern was hot
The temperature rose, but leave he did not.
But just as he was about to pick up a lump
His eyes beheld something else, his heart made a jump.
T’was another black cavern, glowing from within,
He decided to go closer and heard a great din.
These were no rocks, fangs they would be.
He saw the mouth of a dragon, he felt no glee.
The gold was guarded, but to himself had said,
“If I can’t have this treasure, I’d rather be dead.”
Then he walked further down the dragon’s side,
Wondering greedily of what the beast had to hide.
He spotted something wonderful, greatness and awe,
Something he’d seen in pictures, this he now saw.
It was a golden half egg, solid and large.
He decided to try to haul it back to his barge.
And if this was the black cave, with half of the egg,
Would he continue his journey with another leg?
The white cave must contain the other half, he thought
“So now I must leave this hellfire, heated spot.”
Then the traveler left, past the dragon he carried
The egg piece which he hoped could be ferried.
Past stalagmite and stalactite, past rocks and stones,
Toward the opening, past the old bones
He went until he was out of that cave,
The traveler soon saw the choppy green waves.
It was tiresome travel carrying that egg
So he rested before starting the next leg.