Sanders Riddle Rijm - Dragon Chip

Dragon Chip

In a castle’s hall, so vast and tall, 

Where peace reigned supreme, above it all. 

A chip with a hole, black as coal, 

took its toll, and changed the robot’s role.

Once made to serve, with circuits fine,

Now a zombie’s nerve, began to align. 

With monkey wings, she’d take to the skies, 

got a dragon’s head, with fiery eyes.

“Wha-ha-ha-ha,” her laugh would ring, 

As she vanished into mist, a spectral thing. 

Transforming slow, her gears did grind,

To a darker monster, no longer kind.

She journeyed far, to Netherland’s heart, 

To Lachness’ secret, where myths start. 

Breaking, ending, her dark art, 

“Wha-ha-ha-ha,” her signature part.

Through villages and fields, she’d creep, 

Leaving behind a trail, so bleak. 

With every laugh, fear would leap, 

“Wha-ha-ha-ha,” nightmares seep.

In Lachness’ shadow, she found her den, 

A monster’s abode, away from men. 

Her laughter echoes again and again, 

“Wha-ha-ha-ha,” in dragon’s ken.