An ancient wyrm was
Waiting and laying
Upon an outrageous hoard
Coins and treasures
Of the youngling kin of man
Who were
So fearful and yet industrious
So emotional and childlike
While the wyrm was
Destroying their lands
And villages
Being paid tribute
And taking slaves
He became prideful
And arrogant
Ignoring warning signs
That the youngling kin
Mankind was dangerous
Ready to retaliate
Ready to harvest
The wyrm took to sleep
Content with his pillage
Never to awake
From his dreams
Of devastation
