Treasure Island

Ryan Brodesser

(9/16/1994 / California)

Bard, slayer of Smaug


twelve dwarves and one shy hobbit

came from a hill and under the hill

twelve dwarves, bent on revenge on a certain worm

who broke the land of gold

killing the hardy men who stood strong, the men of Dale

whose bravery shall be told long in song and tale

we shall have revenge on the worm for us, and every brave man who fell

gone to their rest, guardians for their ruined town.


the night was a twinkling cold

the town stood tall and strong

the mountain stood still and bold

then, the dragon came and smashed the side

to kill a stranger whom had severely hurt his magnificent pride

in an extreme fit of rage, hot yet icy cold

like death, swooping down

the nearby town felt the coming of his wrath, cowering even the bold

the bridges were cut, the warriors all armed

Still, despite, the town still burned and people fled

and the dragon was not wounded or dead

still, a group of archers stood brave

firing arrows into the night sky

even as more people around them screamed, moaned and died

no hope, for all the arrows were bouncing off the dragons side

not even piercing his incredible hide

many have left, for the had grimly assumed

that all was lost and the town was doomed

all but one, that is, down to his last arrow

shaking with anger, tired to his very marrow

his name would become a legend that would become known to all adventure wayers

Bard! Bard! Mighty dragon slayer!


as he grimly drew, his fate decided, and ready to die in his plight

a messenger, a raven, appeared in the stygian night

and with wise counsel, the raven bade him hold, till the moon shone bright

for he, cried the raven, invincible as he is, and has great chest

has a hole in his armor, a way to pierce his breast!

the arrow loosed, with a whistling wail

all its power, all its anger, hissed like a sinister wind against a weak sail

with a shrill scream of pain like somebody had stabbed him with a vorpal sword

as he fell, , fog covered the sight from the innocent eyes of the world

thus died Smaug, rotten to the core

thus died Smaug, feared no more!

Submitted: Monday, August 12, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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I love the hobbit. Bard, now known as the slayer, has a song to tell of his great deeds in that dark day, when he slew the conquering wrym. Please review, hail the great Bard!

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