DOMAIN OF THE DINOSAUR KNIGHT
The non-sensicality of a pork chop
For fifty bounces on a chest of gold
Leading to the golden Zapf bat
That had guarded treasure mounds of old
Fades quickly from your fevered thoughts now,
As before you there is now looming
A gilded staircase to giant scale.
But with mighty effort you press on.
And with little comfort sweat stings eyes.
A cool breeze ruffles
Ornate curtains
'Round gaping windows
Beckoning you.
Silence in the chamber,
Until is heard the sound
Of a breech above you
Now Slogra has crashed down.
Your foe stands fast,
And in its hands
It would appear
A three-pronged spear.
Lashing at the fearsome creature's
Relentless barrage
Of fireballs that burst when hit
Before you lead the charge.
In a screaming arc is launched
Double-bladed axe.
Smashing trident all to shards
In the boney claws
Of an enemy now reeling
From your cracking whip.