Tungstenturtle Poetry

The treasure,
the pleasure.
deep down,
dark, alone,

Hidden,
forbidden,
shiny shimmer,
majestic glimmer,

mighty loot,
at the dungeons root,
protected from traps,
in the darkest of blacks,

A juwel of power,
of Ragnaröck, the final hour,
stored to be forgotten,
glittering and unrotten,

it remains to seal fate,
in a trasy wooden crate,
hardly noticed shiny,
a carbuncle tiny,

besides its magic stoard,
worth a golden hoard,
A dragons source of magic,
desastrous and fantastic.

Deep down waiting,
a shiny baiting,
for a thief, a knight,
an magician of might,

A trap for a poor soul,
fulfilling the dragons goal,
through the power of greed,
once touched sprouts its seed.

Beautiful and shiny,
seem harmless and tiny,
Think before taking the treasure,
the power of the looting pressure