Prizes atop the mountain high
Tell of gold and jewels and where strong men die
Yet, he was different than the rest
His honor tested as the very best
In that cavern he did trod
Wielding his sword and barely thawed
A ghostly beast lurched from the frost
Demanding a toll, a life it would cost
The warrior fought slashing with might
Was his power in courage or more of fright?
His strength and skill is all he would need
That's when he felt the ice crawl up to his knees
A moment longer and he gasped
His scream was merely a breathy rasp
His heart beat fast and his blood coursed slow
Why he came there he did not know.
So tales of prizes atop a mountain high
Of gold and jewels and where strong men die
And a young buck will think he's the best
And his corpse to soon adorn a cave like all the rest...