You told me dragons
Were not real
And then you led me
To you lair
A catacomb
So dark and deep
That sunlight couldn’t
Reach me there.

Stalactites
Like upturned tapers
Hung above my head
Like fangs
Your breath fanned out
In fiery vapors
As the gargoyles slavered
In their overhangs.

How well you hid
Your taste for blood
Your voice so soft
I felt no fear
And yet my brother
Warned me off
Beware the tune
The piper peals.

My mother wept
She knew that road
The brambles snarled
The flowers with thorns
She begged of me
To turn and run
But I was captive
I was young.