Wanderer of long ago
Treading on the fallen snow
Hidden danger lurks beneath
The icy cold below his feet
A burst of white
A flash of green
The old man is
Not who he seems
A legend born
A legend still
This wurm won't have
An easy kill
The ice monster belches
An icy cold blast
But the old man is just
Too incredibly fast
His dazzling blades
Dance across the beast's face
Striking their targets
With impeccable grace
Writhing and thrashing
The wurm flails away
But the wurm cannot keep
The old geezer at bay
Too late the wurm discovers
Its long life at an end
As it slips into the blackness
Unable to defend
- Bryan Lin