For an hour he sat on that rocky beach
He kept the half egg just within his reach.
“Time for the white cave,” he said with much glee,
“What will it be like, what will I see?”
So he headed over the rocks toward the cave so white
And into the pit with its walls blanched bright.
His trials in the white cave would be much the same,
He encountered bleached white bones, to life they too came.
He fought with his torch again as the creature came near
But it was left unscathed, the traveler filled with fear.
The man soon remembered the black cave was hot.
This cave was cold, ice would work, fire would not.
Then he found a chunk of ice and hurled it at the beast.
It collapsed into powder, like a pile of yeast.
“So that's how it went, I fought fire with fire.
Ice was my ally in this position so dire.”
The stalwart sailor strolled further into the icy gloom.
He was shivering now; he would have to find the room.
Continuing on, he went, past the sparkling shiny snow,
The traveler hiked through the pit, he had a bit to go.
Clamoring over white boulders, made orange by his flame.
That torch which was running low gave him heat all the same.
Over rock and frozen water, past icicle and stone
He now came to the deep frozen cavern, chilling to the bone.
And on the floor lay sparkling silver, sandy on the ground
The voyager gazing upon the treasure let out a joyous sound.
For he knew the other half must be near.
If not for the egg, then why was he here?
Though the cave was white, inside was still dark.
And time was limited, his torch down to a spark.
He then heard the snoring of an ancient beast
Listening hard his ears heard the least,
The least he expected from a rattling giant,
A high pitched whine, not a snarl defiant.
He searched for the egg in the freezing cold
Among the silver he found it, behind the dragon so old.
He now had the other half, the sparkling silver grey
And he decided to leave, to make his way.
So out of the cave he left with great haste.
Over rock and boulder, he quickened his pace.
