I've always been in awe of people with a talent for poetry. The integration of meter, rhythm, and rhyme into a work make it reach a level a beauty I think is unachievable in prose. That being said, I've never been all that good at it. But, inspired by several poems on this site, I decided I wanted to try my hand at it again. Of the few ideas I had, I think this one turned out the best.

Across the peaks, majestic beast

Lay stiff with scales of richest gold.

The guardian for fiendish gates

Of horrors better left untold.

-o-

Deep within, the caverns ring

With sounds of suffering and demise.

A mighty demon waits in sleep,

Once again to rise.

-o-

His life - the price - set the seal,

And did the darkness bind.

To hold the demon deep within

The recesses of his tortured mind.

-o-

Day and night an angel watched;

Kept guard over sleeping form.

And with vigilance will continue to

Until the day he will transform.

-o-

Days were cold, the wind did howl

Beneath the shadows of the beast.

But oath she made; said she would wait

'Till his need to serve was ceased.

-o-

In solitude he holds the ground

Wherein the sleeping demon lie.

Though the angel plead him not,

On lips were whispered soft goodbye.