In swamp of Lerna deep and dark,
I fill men’s hearts with dread.
I am a warning stark,
for I bear nine heads.
If you cut one head off of me,
two will grow back in its place.
This way can’t you see,
I will lay your soul to waste.
A cold shock will seize your heart
And fill it with despair.
For when I breathe then I start
To taint the very air.
Many a Valiant hero died,
when foolishly me they sought.
How many widows have cried,
when against me their men fought.
I am the guardian of secrets rare.
Do you want me to meet?
What treasures are in my lair?
Can you bring my defeat?
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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