Minions of the morning light
obeying without question
to the black prince of the night
they gather with out warning
they seek the prize
that only the one can find
rascals of the midnight
twist and turn
hoping to be chosen
elegant dragons
belch fire and steam
as the wizard
raises his wand
to cast a spell
and with a great sound of a swoosh
all is not what it seems
fragrant trolls sit under the bridge
eating the treasure
that lies in a picnic basket
they laugh at nothing
and it satisfies their craving

the apache kid